He was continually seeing the merciless face of Santa Anna and the sanguinary interior of the Alamo.

The imaginative quality of his mind and his sensitiveness to cruelty had heightened the effect produced upon him.
He continued to ride through desolate country for several days, living on the game that his rifle brought.

He slept one night in an abandoned cabin, with Old Jack resting in the grass that was now growing rankly at the door.

He came the next day to a great trail, so great in truth that he believed it to have been made by Mexicans.

He did not believe that there was anywhere a Texan force sufficient to tread out so broad a road.
He noticed, too, that the hoofs of the horses were turned in the general direction of Goliad or Victoria, nearer the sea, and he concluded that this was another strong Mexican army intended to complete the ruin of infant Texas.