It was a man's.

They could see that he wore a broad sombrero.

It could not be Don Guzman, for he was at sea.

Who then?
Here was a mystery; perhaps a tragedy.

And both brothers held their breaths, while Amyas felt whether his sword was loose in the sheath.
The Rose (if indeed it was she) was within ten yards of them, when she perceived that she was followed.