The dictator was marching fast, whipping his army forward with the fierce energy that was a part of his nature.

It was likely, too, that squadrons of his cavalry were much further on.

A daring leader like Urrea would certainly be miles ahead of the main army, and it was more than probable that bands of Mexican horsemen were now directly between him and San Antonio.
Ned knew that he would need all his strength and courage to finish his task.

So he gave Old Jack a little rest, although he did not seem to need it, and drew once more upon his rations.
When he remounted he was conscious that the air had grown much colder.

A chill wind began to cut him across the cheek.