Captain Dickinson sprang to the front.
“All in favor of Ben Milam as commander to storm San Antonio step one pace forward!”
Forward stepped officers and men.
“Reckon that’s unanimous,” laughed Captain Dickinson, saluting Colonel Ben.
“The volunteers who wish to form the force for an immediate entrance into Bejar will meet this evening at dark at the mill, where arrangements will be completed,” announced Colonel Milam. “You are now dismissed. The officers will please remain.”
With a hearty cheer the ranks broke, and the men hastened to their company quarters to spread the word and to make their preparations.
“We’re sure going to take Bejar this time,” exulted Jim, as he and Ernest hurried back, amidst other figures likewise hurrying.
“We are if we can,” agreed Ernest, but not quite so dead certain.
“Aw, they can’t keep us out, if once we get in,” declared Jim. They overtook Sion and Leo.