The colored boy who had been walking stood by and did not say anything aloud, but muttered rapidly: "Thank the Lord! Thank the Lord!" Three of the five were veteran hunters, but they had never before found such a singular party on the prairie.

The woman sat down on the ground, still holding the baby tightly in her arms, and shivered all over.

The Texans regarded her in pitying silence for a few minutes, and then Obed White said in gentle tones: "We are friends, ready to take you to safety.

Tell us who you are." "I am Mrs.Dickinson," she replied.
"Deaf" Smith looked startled.
"There was a Lieutenant Dickinson in the Alamo," he said.
"I am his wife," she replied, "and this is our child." "And where is----" Smith stopped suddenly, knowing what the answer must be.
"He is dead," she replied.

"He fell in the defence of the Alamo." "Might he not be among the prisoners ?" suggested Obed White gently.
"Prisoners!" she replied.