Come, eat some supper.

I know they are as good as those you get at the Alamo." Manuel seated himself on a buffalo-robe, and while partaking of the evening meal, Inez chatted away on indifferent subjects, asking, during the conversation, what news had been received from the Texan army.
"We got news to-day that they are marching down to Gonzales, but I am thinking they will find hot work." "How many men may we number, Manuel, and think you the chances are for us ?" "By the blessed Virgin, if we were not ten to five Manuel Nevarro would not eat his tortilla in peace.

The Captain says we will scatter them like pecans in a high wind." "What bone is there to fight for at Gonzales ?" "Cannon, Inez, cannon.

Don't you know we sent a thousand men to bring it here, and the white rascal sent five hundred to keep it there.

By the Virgin, we will see who gets it!" "Holy Mother protect us! Manuel, take care of yourself, man, and rush not into danger.