CHAPTER XXX.
ESCAPING TO THE RIVER.
When the soldiers entered the little room, Dan felt inclined to give himself and his companion up as lost. He felt that the enemy would surely look into the niche, for the officer meant that not a hole or corner should be missed.
When first coming in he had loaded a pistol he carried,—his gun had been lost in the fight in the courtyard,—and he had done the same for the old frontiersman. Boy and man held the pistols ready for use. They did not mean to give up without a final struggle at close quarters.
But just as one of the soldiers took hold of a big packing-case that hid the pair from view, there was a commotion in the church proper, followed by the discharge of several rifles. Three Texans had made a last stand, and were fighting back to back.
"Come, let us see what that means," cried the Mexican officer, and ran from the little room, followed by his companions.
Dan felt relieved for the moment, yet he knew only too well that those Mexicans, or others, would
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