I'd like to do it, but there's no room in a church for a horse as big as you are.
Go now! Go at once, or the Mexicans will get you!" He struck the horse smartly on the jaw.

Old Jack looked at him reproachfully, but turned and trotted away from the town.

Ned continued his scout.

This proof of affection from a dumb brute cheered him.
An hour's cautious work brought him to the far side of the wood.

As well as he could judge, nearly all the Mexican troopers were asleep around two fires, but they had posted sentinels who walked back and forth, calling at intervals "Sentinela alerte" to one another.