Since the vanguard was already here the Mexican army must be coming on rapidly, and this was no Alamo.

Nor were these raw recruits defenders of an Alamo.
He saw presently a man, holding a white handkerchief on the end of a lance, ride out from the wood.

Ned recognized him at once.

It was young Urrea.

As Ned had suspected, he was the leader of the cavalry for his uncle, the general.
"What do you think he wants ?" asked King.
"He will demand our surrender, but even if we were to yield it is likely that we should be put to death afterward." "I have no idea of surrendering under any circumstances.