horses’ hoofs. Shortly before night they met a lone buffalo hunter whom the Panther knew.
“Have you been close to San Antonio, Simpson?” asked the Panther, after the greeting.
“I’ve been three or four days hangin’ ‘roun’ the neighborhood,” replied the hunter. “I came down from the northwest when I heard that Santa Anna was advancing an’ once I thought I’d make a break an’ try to get into the Alamo, but the Mexican lines was drawed too thick an’ close.”
“Have you heard