They look too big and tall, and they sit too straight up in their saddles for Mexicans." "Them ideas of yours are ketchin'," said the Panther.

"Them fellers may be Mexicans, but they don't look like Mexicans, they don't act like Mexicans, an' they ain't Mexicans." "Take out what isn't, and you have left what is," said Obed.
"We'll soon see," said Ned.
A few minutes more and there could be no further doubt that the thirteen were Texans or Americans.

One rode a little ahead of the others, who came on in an even line.

They were mounted on large horses, but the man in front held Ned's attention.
The leader was tall and thin, but evidently muscular and powerful.

His hair was straight and black like an Indian's.