They were oppressed by the heavy gloom that hung over the Alamo.

It was terrifying to young Will Allen, not the terror that is caused by the fear of men, but the terror that comes from some tragic mystery that is more than half guessed.
Nearly an hour passed, when a great figure leaped lightly from the wall and joined them.

The swarthy face of the Panther was as white as chalk, and he was shivering.
"Boys," he whispered, "I've seen what I never want to see ag'in.

I've seen red, red everywhere.

I've been through the rooms of the Alamo, an' they're red, splashed with the red blood of men.