They had killed many good Mexicans, and they should be made to suffer for it.

No answer was returned to Fannin's letter, and the men in the somber old limestone building became depressed and gloomy.
Ned, who was surprised at nothing, also hoped for nothing, but he sought to preserve his strength, believing that he would soon have full need of it.

He stretched and tensed his muscles in order to keep the stiffness from coming into them, and he slept whenever he could.
Two or three days passed and the Mexican officer, Holzinger, came for Fannin, who was now recovered largely from his wound.

The two went away to Copano on the coast to look for a vessel that would carry the prisoners to New Orleans.

They returned soon, and Fannin and all his men were in high hopes.
Meanwhile a new group of prisoners were thrust into the church.