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Updated: September 8, 2025
How and when they had come he did not know, but here they were in the flesh, the Panther, Obed White, Will Allen, "Deaf" Smith and Henry Karnes. "Boys," he asked weakly, "how did you find me?" "Now don't you try to talk yet a while, Ned," said Obed White, veiling his feeling under a whimsical tone.
Houston pondered over their words a long time. He knew that they were thoroughly acquainted with Texas and the temper of its people, and he relied greatly on their judgment. When he went back in the room which was used as a convention hall Smith and Karnes remained outside. Smith sat down on the grass, lighted a pipe and began to smoke deliberately.
Smith and Karnes went a little distance up the creek, and found some buffalo feeding. They shot a young cow, and in an incredibly short space tender steaks were broiling over a fire. After dinner all but two went to sleep.
"Deaf" Smith and Henry Karnes came in and sat with their rifles across their knees. While some of the delegates were talking Houston signaled to the two, and they went outside. "What do you hear from the Alamo, Smith?" asked Houston.
"Yes, poor Gilian!" he repeated bitterly, thinking on all that lay between him and the girl of his devotion. Now, if ever, was the time to tell the real object of his visit, how that those old surmisers upstairs were wider of the mark than the innkeeper, and that the person for whom the hunt was up through half the shire was sequestered in the lonely shealing hut on the moor of Karnes.
There was so much life, so much cheerfulness, and so much assurance of strength and invincibility that Ned began to feel as if he did not have a care left. All the men already called him Ned, and he felt that every one of them was his friend. Karnes put a strip of venison on the sharp end of a stick, and broiled it over the blaze.
They wouldn't be in this part of the country, 'less they were helpin' the Mexicans, an' I guess they were at Goliad, leavin' after the business there was finished." "You're right, Deaf," said Karnes. "That 'counts for the unshod hoofs. It ain't worth while for us to follow them any longer, so I guess we'd better turn back to the timber."
Then a man came upon the porch and spoke to them. His name was Burnet, David G. Burnet. "Good mornin'. How is the new republic?" said "Deaf" Smith. "So you know," said Burnet. "We don't know, but we've guessed, Hank an' me. We saw things as they was comin'." "I reckon, too," said Karnes, "that we ain't a part of Mexico any more." "No, we're a free an' independent republic.
Perhaps some Mexican scout like himself. On the other hand, it might be Smith or Karnes, and he called softly. No answer came to his call. Some freak of the moonlight still kept the shadowy head in view, while its owner remained completely hidden, unconscious, perhaps, that any part of his reflection was showing. Ned did not know what to do.
Ned and the Panther rode in front, side by side, Smith and Karnes followed, side by side, too, and behind came Obed White and Will Allen, riding knee to knee. They ascended a rise and Ned, whose eyes were the keenest of them all, uttered a little cry. "The schooner is there!" he exclaimed. "See, isn't that the top of a mast sticking up above those scrub trees?"
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