Do you speak Spanish ?" "Oh, yes," said Ned, seizing the opportunity.
"Then, as I can't, you do the talking for us, and tell it to him straight and hard that we're going to fight." Ned climbed upon the roof, and sat with only his head showing above the parapet, while Urrea rode slowly forward, carrying the lance and the white flag jauntily.

Ned could not keep from admiring his courage, as the white flag, even, in such a war as this might prove no protection.
He stopped at a distance of about thirty yards and called loudly in Spanish: "Within the church there! I wish to speak to you!" Ned stood up, his entire figure now being revealed, and replied: "I have been appointed spokesman for our company.

What do you want ?" Urrea started slightly in his saddle, and then regarded Ned with a look of mingled irony and hatred.
"And so," he said, "our paths cross again.

You escaped us at the Alamo.
Why General Santa Anna spared you then I do not know, but he is not here to give new orders concerning you!" "What do you want ?" repeated Ned.
"We want the church, yourself and all the other bandits who are within it." Ned's face flushed at Urrea's contemptuous words and manner, and his heart hardened into a yet deeper hatred of the Mexicans.

But he controlled his voice and replied evenly.
"And if we should surrender, what then ?" "The mercy of the illustrious General Santa Anna, whatever it may be." "I saw his mercy at the Alamo," replied Ned, "and we want none of it.
Nor would we surrender, even if we could trust your most illustrious General Santa Anna." "Then take your fate," said Urrea.