"Me an' 'Deaf' would like mighty well to march to the Alamo.

A lot of our friends are in there an' I reckon we've seen them for the last time." The fine face of Houston grew dark with melancholy.
"Have you been anywhere near San Antonio ?" he asked Smith.
"Not nearer than thirty miles," replied Smith, "but over at Goliad I saw a force under Colonel Fannin that was gettin' ready to start to the relief of Travis.

With it were some friends of mine.

There was Palmer, him they call the Panther, the biggest and strongest man in Texas; Obed White, a New Englander, an' a boy, Will Allen.

I've knowed 'em well for some time, and there was another that belonged to their little band.