Part 11 (1/2)

”We need the cannon,” said the people of Gonzales. ”It's the only cannon we have along the whole river front.”

”Santa Anna's orders must be obeyed,” was the Mexican colonel's comment, and he despatched a force of one hundred and fifty dragoons, under Captain Castinado, to take the cannon by force. The Mexican soldiers arrived at the river on September 28th. On the opposite side of the stream was Gonzales, but the ferry-boat was on that side, too.

The Mexican commander waved for the boat, but no attention was paid to his movement. Then a horn was blown, but still the Texans paid no attention.

”We will march to the ford,” cried the Mexican captain, and the dragoons started. But on reaching the ford, half a mile below the town, they found themselves confronted by Captain Albert Martin, a merchant of the place, backed up by several dozens of determined-looking Texans.

The alarm had now gone forth, and express riders rode their steeds almost to death to summon the people of Bastrop, Victoria, and other places. Soon the settlers began to flock in, all on horseback and armed, ready to do or die for Texas, as the case might be. With the number were Mr. Radbury and Dan. Dan had been to Gonzales to buy some household stores, and his father, hearing of the uprising, had hastened down the river to find his son and see that no harm befell him. This had left Ralph home alone, saving for the company of Pompey Shuck, a negro, who had, during the summer, followed Mr. Radbury from the old home in Georgia and insisted that he be taken in and set to work, ”jess as on de ole plantation, Mars' Radbury.” Big Foot, the Indian, had departed some time before Pompey's arrival.

”This looks like a fight, father,” observed Dan, as his parent joined him on the bank of the stream, where Dan had gone, following Captain Martin.

”It certainly looks like trouble,” answered Mr. Radbury, as he gazed at the Mexican dragoons with anxiety. ”That cannon may be responsible for a whole lot of bloodshed.”

”Well, they haven't any right to disarm us,” returned the youth, determinedly. ”You'll fight first, won't you?”

”Perhaps I will; it will depend upon circ.u.mstances,” was the non-committal reply. Amos Radbury was no ”fire-eater,” and, like Austin, preferred a settlement without a pa.s.sage at arms.

At the ford the Mexican commander had ridden into the water to consult with the leader of the Texans.

”I am sent here to obtain the cannon you are holding,” he said. ”There is my order,” and he held it out.

”We don't dispute the order, captain,” was the reply. ”But we consider it unjust to ask us to give up a piece that we may need against the Indians.”

”If you will give up the cannon you will be protected.”

”We haven't been protected for a long while. We have had to protect ourselves.”

”You are thinking of using that cannon against the government,” was the angry remark of the Mexican commander.

”We are not thinking of doing so,--but it may be we will be forced to do so,” was the significant reply.

”I am coming over, and I demand the cannon,” went on the Mexican leader, pompously.

”If you dare to come over, it will be at the peril of your life,” was the calm return.

The Mexican commander continued to bl.u.s.ter and threaten, but all to no purpose, and at length he withdrew his force from the ford, and went into temporary camp in a valley opposite to Gonzales.

It was now night, and the town was at a white heat. Meetings were held in half a dozen places, and while some counselled delay others were for forcing the fighting. In the end, however, it was decided to wait, and in the meantime pickets were sent out to watch the Mexicans so that they might not enter Gonzales by stealth.

”I wonder if they will come over to-night,” said Dan, as he and his father picked their way along the river to where forty or fifty hors.e.m.e.n who owned ranches in the vicinity had pitched their headquarters, the taverns in the town being already overcrowded.

”I doubt it, Dan. We have fully as many men, if not more, and a Mexican soldier never loves to fight in the dark.”

”Perhaps the Mexican captain has sent back for reinforcements.”

”That may be. Well, all we can do is to watch and be on guard.”

By this it will be seen that Mr. Radbury was as anxious as any one to keep the cannon. He had refused to give up any of his firearms, and had buried two of his pistols under the floor of the cabin home.