But the most terrible fact of all was the lack of ammunition.

Only a single round for every man was left, and they replied sparingly to the Mexican skirmishers.
They lay now in miry woods, and on the other side of them flowed the wide and yellow river.

The men sought, often in vain, for firm spots on which they might rest.

The food, like the ammunition, was all gone, and they were famished and weak.

The scouts reported that the Mexicans were increasing every hour.
It was obvious to Ned that Ward must surrender.