Deep in the night, which fortunately for their purpose was dark, heavy clouds shutting out the moon and stars, they approached San Antonio from the east.

They saw lights, which they knew were those of the town, but there was darkness only where they knew the Alamo stood.
They tethered their horses in some bushes and crept closer, until they could see the dim bulk of the Alamo.

No light shone there.

They listened long and intently, but not a single sound came from the great hecatomb.
Again they crept nearer.

There were no Mexican guards anywhere.