The Panther and Obed also gazed at the crippled man with great curiosity.  They knew the difference, and they were surprised to find such a man in such a situation.  He did not seem to notice them at first, but from his seat on a log leaned over the fire warming his hands, which Ned saw were large, white and smooth.  His legs lay loosely against the log, as if he were suffering from a species of paralysis.  The others, soaked by the rain, which, however, now ceased, were also hovering over the fire which was giving new life to the blood in their veins.  The man with the white hands turned presently and, speaking to Ned, Obed and the Panther, said: 

“My name is Roylston, John Roylston.”

Ned started.

“I see that you have heard of it,” continued the stranger, but without vanity.  “Yes, I am the merchant of New Orleans.  I have lands and other property in this region for which I have paid fairly.  I hold the deeds and they are also guaranteed to me by Santa Anna and the Mexican Congress.  I was seized by this guerilla leader, Urrea.  He knew who I was, and he sought to extract from me an order for a large sum of money lying in a European bank in the City of Mexico.  There are various ways of procuring such orders, and he tried one of the most primitive methods.  That is why I cannot walk without help.  No, I will not tell what was done.  It is not pleasant to hear.  Let it pass.  I shall walk again as well as ever in a month.”

“Did he get the order?” asked Obed curiously.

Roylston laughed deep in his throat.

“He did not,” he said.  “It was not because I valued it so much, but my pride would not permit me to give way to such crude methods.  I must say, however, that you three came just in time, and you have done a most marvelous piece of work.”

Ned shuddered and walked a little space out on the plain to steady his nerves.  He had never deceived himself about the dangers that the Texans were facing, but it seemed that they would have to fight every kind of ferocity.  When he returned, Obed and the Panther were building the fire higher.

“We must get everybody good and dry,” said the Panther.  “Pursuit will come, but not to-night, an’ we needn’t worry about the blaze.  We’ve food enough for all of you for a day, but we haven’t the horses, an’ for that I’m sorry.  If we had them we could git away without a doubt to the Texan army.”

“But not having them,” said Obed, “we’ll even do the best we can, if the Mexicans, having run away, come back to fight another day.”

“So we will,” said a stalwart Texan named Fields.  “That Urrea don’t get me again, and if I ain’t mistook your friend here is Mr. Palmer, better known in our parts as the Ring Tailed Panther, ain’t he?”

Ned saw the Panther’s huge form swell.  He still wore the great serape, which shone in the firelight with a deep blood-red tinge.

“I am the Ring Tailed Panther,” he said proudly.