Deaf Smith, the Scout, appears with a party of seven men.
But see! who comes? 'T is Texans: their advent
I hail with joy: it guarantees success.
Who art thou, fellow, enemy or friend?
My uniform betides the Mexican,
My heart's pulse throbs for Texas and her freedom.
So art thou a deserter? Strange, indeed,
Must be the motive that induces thee
To leave thy comrades' banner at a time,
When Victory, the fickle goddess, is
So stable a companion of their arms.
When in the fatness of the land they revel,
While want and hopelessness abide with us.
The purer my intention is.
I shall reveal it to thy general.
Lead me to him: for my report is urgent.