Yet the Mexicans pressed home the charge with a courage and tenacity that Ned had never seen among them before.

These were Mexico's best troops, and, even when the men faltered, the officers drove them on again with the point of the sword.

General Urrea himself led the cavalry, and the Mexicans pressed so close that the recruits saw both lance and bayonet points shining in their faces.
The hollow in which the Texans stood was a huge cloud of flame and smoke.

Ned was loading and firing so fast that the barrel of his rifle grew hot to the touch.

He stood with two youths but little older than himself, and the comradeship of battle had already made them friends.
But they scarcely saw the faces of one another.