Here was a new defeat, a new tragedy.
"I shall meet them myself," said Fannin, as he rose painfully.

"You come with me.

Major Wallace, but we do not speak Spanish, either of us." His eye roved over the recruits, and caught Ned's glance.
"I have been much in Mexico," said Ned.

"I speak Spanish and also several Mexican variations of it." "Good," said Fannin, "then you come with us, and you, too, Durangue.

We may need you both." The two officers and the two interpreters walked out of the hollow, passing the barricade of earth and dead oxen that had been of no avail, and saw four Mexican officers coming toward them.