Shall we open fire, Colonel ?" He asked the question of Travis, who nodded.

A picked band of Mexicans under General Castrillon were gathered in a mass and were rapidly fitting together the timbers of the houses to make the narrow bridge.
But the reach of the Texan rifles was great, and Davy Crockett was merely the king among so many sharpshooters.
The rifles began to flash and crack.

No man fired until he was sure of his aim, and no two picked the same target.

The Mexicans fell fast.

In five minutes thirty or forty were killed, some of them falling into the river, and the rest, dropping the timbers, fled with shouts of horror from the fatal spot.