They were all on foot and without arms.

Those hurt worst were sustained by their comrades, and, thus, they marched into the Mexican camp, where they expected food and water, but General Urrea directed them to walk on to Goliad.
Fainting from hunger and thirst, they took up their march again.

The Mexican cavalry rode on either side of them, and many of the horsemen were not above uttering taunts which, fortunately, few of the prisoners could understand.

Young Urrea was in command of this guard and he rode near the head of the column where Ned could see him.

Now and then a Mexican vaquero cracked his long whip, and every report made Ned start and redden with anger.
Some of the recruits were cheerful, talked of being exchanged and of fighting again in the war, but the great majority marched in silence and gloom.