noon
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 .