Once more that feeling of vengeance hardened within him.

The tremendous impression of the Alamo had not faded a particle, and now the incident of Ward, Refugio and the swamps of the Guadalupe was cumulative.
Remembering what he had seen he did not believe that a single one of Ward's men would be spared when they were taken as they surely would be.
There were humane men among the Mexicans, like Almonte, but the ruthless policy of Santa Anna was to spare no one, and Santa Anna held all the power.
He held on toward Goliad, passing through alternate regions of forest and prairie, and he maintained a fair pace until night.

He had not eaten since morning, and all his venison was gone, but strangely enough he was not hungry.

When the darkness was coming he sat down in one of the little groves so frequent in that region, and he was conscious of a great weariness.

His bones ached.