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All of the whites bewailed the fate of Whippler, and swore to be revenged if given "the ghost of a chance." When Amos Radbury, Stover, and the two boys gained the other whites, they found Bowie's party fording one of the creeks running into the Guadalupe. The Indians had passed there about ten minutes before, and it was to be seen that they had not even stopped to water their horses.
Austin waited for reinforcements, and the Mexicans spent the time in barricading the highways leading out of the city and in strengthening their several fortifications. "We are not getting along very fast," remarked Mr. Radbury, to one of his brother officers, while in the camp at Salado Creek. "I believe Sam Houston is coming on to take charge," was the answer.
"I reckon we can leave it for awhile, Ralph. We won't be gone more than an hour, at the most," concluded Dan Radbury, as he disappeared into the cabin for the firearm he had mentioned. The scene was that of a typical frontier home, in the heart of Texas, close to the Guadalupe River, and about ten miles from what was then the village of Gonzales.
"So are two of the pistols, and that half dozen solid silver spoons mother got from Aunt Elizabeth," answered Dan. "But what of money in the desk?" "I had but little not over twenty dollars all told, Dan." Mr. Radbury walked over to the little desk, which was a rude affair made by himself during his leisure hours. "Yes, it's been ransacked pretty thoroughly." "Is anything missing?" asked Ralph.
"Perhaps the Mexican captain has sent back for reinforcements." "That may be. Well, all we can do is to watch and be on guard." By this it will be seen that Mr. Radbury was as anxious as any one to keep the cannon. He had refused to give up any of his firearms, and had buried two of his pistols under the floor of the cabin home.
"He's willing to be starved out," went on the ranger. "But I think he wants the chance to get away in the darkness." "We will draw closer to the cave as the darkness settles down," answered Amos Radbury. This was the first time, as an officer, that he had been sent out on a commission, and he was resolved not to fail. The night came on swiftly.
He would not have gone back at all just then, only he knew Ralph would grow anxious if he did not return. As soon as he could arrange it, the youth had determined to ride over to where the army was encamped, to tell his parent of the encounter with Stiger, and learn if Mr. Radbury wished to take up the case.
The report, which awakened all of the others, was followed by a scream of pain from the half-breed, who went a step or two more and then sank in a heap. "What does this mean?" demanded Amos Radbury, as he, too, seized his gun. "Are we attacked by Indians?" "No, we were attacked by Hank Stiger," answered Dan, and pointed to the keg of powder. "My powder! What was he going to do with that?"
The Comanches, Apaches, Shawnees, Wacos, Lipans, and separated tribes of Cherokees, Delawares, and Choctaws, some driven from the United States by the pioneers there, overran the northern and central portions of Texas, and those on the frontier, like Mr. Amos Radbury, were never safe from molestation.
Here he found himself "out in the cold" in more ways than one, and highly disgusted he retired to his estate at Mango del Clavo, not to be heard of again for some time to come. With the closing of the war matters waxed hot in Texas politically, but with politics Amos Radbury had little to do.
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