THE RING TAILED PANTHER Texas was then a vague and undetermined name in the minds of many.

It might extend to the Rio Grande or it might extend only to the Nueces, but to most the Rio Grande was the boundary between them and Mexico.

So felt Ned and all his comrades.

They were now on the soil which might own the overlordship of Mexico, but for which they, the Texans, were spending their blood.

It was strange what an attachment they had for it, although not one of them was born there.