Those who bore the logs and bars dropped them, and fled out of range.
A great cheer burst from the young recruits.

They thought victory complete already, but Ned knew that the Mexicans would not abandon the enterprise.

General Urrea, after another futile charge, repulsed in the same deadly manner, withdrew some distance, but posted a strong line of sentinels about the church.
Having much food and water the recruits rejoiced again and thought themselves secure, but Ned noticed a look of consternation on the face of Ward, and he divined the cause.
"It must be the ammunition, Colonel," he said in a whisper.
"It is," replied Ward.

"We have only three or four rounds left.

We could not possibly repel another attack." "Then," said young Fulton, "there is nothing to do but for us to slip out at night, and try to cut our way through." "That is so," said Ward.