But I've noticed this.

A mornin' an' evenin' gun was fired from the fortress every day until yesterday, Sunday, an' since then--nothin'." The silence in the little band was as ominous as the silence of the morning and evening gun.

Simpson shook his head sadly.
"Boys," he said, "I'm goin' to ride for Gonzales an' join Houston.

I don't think it's any use for me to be hangin' aroun' San Antonio de Bexar any longer.

I wish you luck in whatever you're tryin' to do." He rode away, but the five friends continued their course toward the Alamo, without hope now, but resolved to see for themselves.