"Sometimes the more haste the oftener you trip." "Patience on our part ain't much good to men sixty or eighty miles away, who need us yelling' an' shootin' for them this very minute." "I'm bound to own that what you say is so," said Obed White.
They relapsed into silence.

The pace of the column grew slower.

The men were compelled to adapt themselves to the cannon and ammunition wagon, which were now almost mired.

The face of the Panther grew black as thunder with impatience and anger, but he forced himself into silence.
They stopped a little while at noon and scanty rations were doled out.
They had started in such haste that they had only a little rice and dried beef, and there was no time to hunt game.
They started again in a half hour, creeping along through the mud, and the Panther was not the only man who uttered hot words of impatience under his breath.

They were nearing the San Antonio River now, and Fannin began to show anxiety about the fort.