They had a full rest that night and the next day they rode slowly toward Gonzales.
About the middle of the afternoon, as they reached the crest of a swell, Will Allen uttered an exclamation, and pointed toward the eastern horizon.

There they saw a single figure on horseback, and another walking beside it.

The afternoon sun was very bright, casting a glow over the distant figures, and, shading their eyes with their hands, they gazed at them a long time.
"It's a woman that's ridin'," said Smith at last, "an' she's carryin' some sort of a bundle before her." "You're shorely right, Deaf," said Karnes, "an' I think the one walkin' is a black fellow.

Looks like it from here." "I'm your way of thinkin'," said the Panther, "an' the woman on the horse is American, or I'm mightily fooled in my guess.

S'pose we ride ahead faster an' see for shore." They increased the speed of their mustangs to a gallop and rapidly overhauled the little party.