Crockett was already up, and with some of the other men was eating beefsteak at a table.
"You said you'd try to sleep, Ned," he exclaimed, "an' you must have made a big try, 'cause you snored so loud we couldn't hear Santa Anna's cannon." "Why, I'm sure I don't snore, Mr.Crockett," said Ned, red in the face.
"No, you don't snore, I'll take that back," said Davy Crockett, when the laugh subsided, "but I never saw a young man sleep more beautifully an' skillfully.

Why, the risin' an' fallin' of your chest was as reg'lar as the tickin' of a clock." Ned joined them at the table.

He did not mind the jests of those men, as they did not mind the jests of one another.

They were now like close blood-kin.

They were a band of brethren, bound together by the unbreakable tie of mortal danger.
Ned spent two-thirds of the night on the church wall.