Ned had made no mistake.

It was Urrea, pressing forward ahead of the army, who led the troop, and it may be that he recognized the boy also.
With the cry of the Mexicans ringing in his ears, the boy shouted to Old Jack.

The good horse, as always, made instant response, and began to race along the side of the river.

But even his mighty frame had been weakened by so much strain.

Ned noticed at once that the machinery jarred.