So, gazing straight ahead, he walked on in silence.

Urrea, waiting for an answer, and seeing that he would get none, smiled ironically, and, turning his horse, galloped away.
The prisoners were marched through the town, and to the church.

All the old Spanish or Mexican towns of Texas contained great stone churches, which were also fortresses, and Goliad was no exception.

This was of limestone, vaulted and somber, and it was choked to overflowing with the prisoners, who could not get half enough air through the narrow windows.
The surgeons, for lack of bandages and medicines, could not attend the wounded, who lay upon the floor.
Where were the fair Mexican promises, in accordance with which they had yielded?
Many of the unwounded became so weak from hunger and thirst that they, too, were forced to lie upon the floor.

Ned had reserves of strength that came to his aid.