“Yes, but I will tell you—I can say anything to you—there is to be a grand day for freedom; well, then, for a festa one puts on the best that is to be got. I will even lend you my Cross of Saint James, if you wish. A young hero should be dressed like a hero. Honor my poor clothes so far as to wear them in the fight.”
“Thank you, Lopez. I will not disgrace them”; and he bent forward and looked into his friend’s eyes. His glance prolonged his words—went further than speech—went where speech could not reach.
“Listen to me, Luis. As a matter of precision, where now are the Americans?”
“At the mission of Espada.”
“La Espada?—the sword—the name is ominous.”
“Of success, Lopez.”
“Is Houston, then, with you?”
“Until a few days ago. He and General Austin have gone to San Felipe.”
“For what? Is not San Antonio the most important point?”
“It was decided by the vote of the army to send them there to frame a provisional government. There are plenty of fighters with us, but not one statesman but Houston. And now it is necessary that we should have legal authority to obtain loans, maintain the army in the field, and many other such things vital to our cause. Austin is to go to the United States. He will bring back men and money. Houston must draw up our declaration and manifestoes; direct the civil government; forward troops; and, in fact, set a new government in motion.”