two burning coals, played restlessly about the room.

Ned was unable to take his own eyes away. The figure in its gorgeous
uniform was so full of nervous energy that it attracted like a magnet,
while at the same time it bade all who opposed to beware. The boy felt
as if he were before a splendid leopard with no bars of a cage between.

Santa Anna took three or four rapid steps back and forth. He kept his
hat upon his head, a right, it seemed, due to his superiority to other
people. He looked like a man who had a great thought which he was
shaping into quick words. Presently he stopped before Austin, and shot
him one of those piercing glances.

"My friend and guest," he said in the sonorous Spanish.

Austin bowed. Whether the subtle Mexican meant the words in satire or
in earnest he did not know, nor did he care greatly.

"When I call you my friend and guest I speak truth," said Santa Anna.
"It is true that we had you brought here from Saltillo, and we insist
that you accept our continued hospitality, but it is because we know how
devoted you are to our common Mexico, and we would have you here at our
right hand for advice and help."

Ned saw Mr. Austin smile a little sadly. It all seemed very strange to
the boy. How could one talk of friendship and hospitality to those whom
he held as prisoners? Why could not these people say what they meant?
Again he longed for the free winds of the plains.

"You and I together should be able to quiet these troublesome Texans,"