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Chapter six of the text in Scouts, this is a liver box recording a liberal box. Recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Labour box dot or GE recording by Edmonds, The Texan scouts. By Joseph Payout Scheller, Chapter six Evidently, the horses had found considerable grass through the night as they were fresh and strong, and the miles fell fast behind them at the gate in which they were going. They would reach the cabin that night. Meanwhile, they made plans little force would divide and messengers would go to San Antonio, Harrisburg and other points with the news that Santa Ana was advancing with an immense force. And every one of the three knew that the need was great. They knew how divided councils that scattered the little Texan army at San Antonio, the most important point of all, the town that they had triumphantly taken from a much greater force of Mexicans. There were practically no men and that undoubtedly, with Santa Anna's destination unconsciously, they began to urge their horses too great and yet greater speed until the Panther recall them. To prudence. It's lower boys slower, he said. We mustn't run our horses out at the start, and there's a second reason for pulling down, said Ned. Since there's somebody else on the plane is uncommon. Eyesight had already detected before the others. Strange presence, he pointed toward the east. Do you see that black speck there where the sky touches the ground, he said. If you watch it, you'll see that it's moving. And look, there's another and another and another. The Panther. No, but now saw the black specks. Also, the three stopped on the crest of a swell and watch them attentively. 123456789 10 11 12 13 kind of the far sighted boy and I'm 13 Specs or 13 men on horseback, continued the panther. And now I wonder who in the name of the great orange spoon they are. Suppose we see Soto Bud. All things are revealed to him who looks at these most of the time. It is true that there are more than 42 are one, but our horses, our swift and we can get away. That's right, said the panther. Still, we want to take the risk unless everybody's willing. What do you say, Ned? I'll reply. Yes, of course, said the boy. Especially as I have an idea that those were not Mexicans. They look too big and tall, and they sit to straight up in their saddles for Mexicans, them ideas of yours, air, Ketchen, said the panther. Them fellers, maybe Mexicans. But they don't look like Mexicans don't act like Mexicans and they ain't Mexicans.