“For,” went on the speaker, raising his voice that he might be heard, “as long as they stick to Mexico, just that long will they keep in hot water. Santa Anna may be, at this minute, marching against them with an army. And he will keep on marching against them until they make themselves altogether independent of him and his gang.”
Here Walter Jordan arose.
“Let’s go inside,” said he. “They all seem to be quite interested.”
Ned also got up.
“Do you think there will ever be such a thing as the Texas republic?” said he.
Walter shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s hard to say. But if the Texans are anything at all like what I hear they are, it wouldn’t surprise me if it came about some day.”
And so they turned toward the cabin door, and Walter found himself face to face with Colonel Huntley.
CHAPTER II
THE PLOT
Colonel Huntley had cold gray eyes which, when he chose, had an insult in their every glance. And now, as Walter Jordan’s eyes met his, he never stirred from the cabin door. Quietly the lad stood and looked at him; and the cold, valuing eyes were filled with mockery.