CHAPTER XXXII.
IN WHICH THE TEXAN ARMY FALLS BACK.
As the excitement in Gonzales continued, and there was no telling what would happen next, Amos Radbury resolved to remain in the town for at least several days.
"If I am needed I shall reënter the army," he said.
"Then I shall go with you," said Dan.
"But your side, my son—"
"My side is all right again. It was a mere scratch."
"I wish I could call my wound a scratch," put in Poke Stover. "But instead of getting better my shoulder seems to get wuss, hang the luck."
"I think it would be a good plan for you to go up to the ranch, and take it easy," said Amos Radbury. "Pompey can wait on you, and at the same time you can keep an eye on Ralph and the place. I do not like to leave my boy and the negro all alone."
"Then I'll go up to once," answered the frontiersman. "I'm no good at fighting in the saddle,
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