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They were: "Who will go with old Ben Milam into San Antonio?" And a hundred voices roared a single word in reply. It was: "I!" "That settles it," said the Ring Tailed Panther with deep satisfaction. "Old Satan himself couldn't stop the attack now."
"I heard old Ben Milam say that if our troops didn't start pretty soon he'd form an attack on his own account." Big Foot was anxious to learn what all the trouble was about, and Dan explained to the Indian. At the conclusion of the talk Big Foot stared stolidly at Dan for fully ten seconds. "You say so, Big Foot go into Bexar an' hunt out little Raf," he said at last. "Oh, will you?" cried Dan.
"We cannot afford to put up the stake at this time." Bowie, Crockett, and other scouts were off doing duty of another kind, otherwise the attack might have opened without delay. But now the old veterans, especially those of the war of 1812, became impatient, and among these was old Ben Milam, previously mentioned.
His clothing, mere rags, hung loosely on a figure that was now much too narrow for them. Two bloodshot eyes burned in dark caverns. "Thank God," he cried, "you are Texans, all of you!" "Why, it's Ben Milam," said Potter. "We thought you were a prisoner at Monterey in Mexico." "I was," replied Milam, one of the Texan leaders, "but I escaped and obtained a horse.
Rations were scarce and water was more so, yet the men under Milam did not complain. They had come to take the city, and they meant to do it. "I hope Ralph won't suffer through this," remarked Dan, while on guard at one of the loopholes, with his father not far away.
Again the combat became intermittent. There were bursts of rifle fire, and occasional shots from the cannon, and, now and then, short periods of almost complete silence. Night came on and Ned, watching from the window, saw Colonel Milam, their leader, pass down the trench and enter the courtyard of the Veramendi house. He stood there a moment, looking at the Mexican position.
The names of Crockett, Milam, Travis, Bowie, endure where those of captains of industry are forgotten.
The heavy reinforcements, promised by Santa Anna, had not come. A great clamor for an immediate attack arose. The citizen army gathered in hundreds around the tent of Burleson, the leader, and demanded that they be led against San Antonio. Fannin and Milam were there, and they seconded the demands of the men. Ned stood on the outskirts of the crowd.
"You must be careful, colonel," came the warning, as the gallant fighter stood in the courtyard. The words had scarcely been spoken when a bullet took Milam in the head, killing him instantly. The loss at this critical moment was a severe one, and the officers were called into hasty consultation, the result of which was that Colonel Johnson was placed at the head of the expedition.
On the following morning the papers were filed with Circuit Clerk Milam. That vigilant barrister, Mr. Sublette, brought them in person to the courthouse before nine o'clock, he having the interests of his client at heart and perhaps also visions of a large contingent fee in his mind. No retainer had been paid. The state of Mr.
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