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Paz and his followers having been secured, a guard placed over them, and the wounded of the troopers being cared for as well as possible, search was made of the place where the Yaquis had made their stand. Several dead Indians were found, and some so badly wounded that death was only a question of a short time.
"Here's where we let 'em go back and eat," he said grimly. He raised his gun and fired a shot. Instantly the gang, with Del Pinzo in the lead, rushed for the place where their property had been left. "We spiked their guns, I think," chuckled Bud, as he rode beside his cousins. "I guess yes!" laughed Nort. Forward they rode once more on the trail of the Yaquis.
"That same. I appealed to him when I was down on my luck, as I nearly always am, and he befriended me. I have known him for years." "Then there can't be much wrong with you," decided Bud. "If you want work, my father can fix you up. We'll need some extra hands if we pull out a lot to take the trail after the Yaquis. So " "Excuse me, young man.
"To have the nerve to stop and scribble a message to dad when the Yaquis had her and her brother. Clear grit I call that!" "Sure thing!" assented Nort. "Gee! I wish I'd been there!" sighed Dick. "What! To be captured by the Indians and made into sausage meat?" joked Mr. Merkel, for at times they poked a bit of fun at Dick on account of his plumpness.
He told me his name was Solomon Anderson, but that he was generally known as Handy Solomon, on account of his hook; that he had always followed the sea; that lately he had coasted the west shores of Mexico; that at Guaymas he had fallen in with Spanish friends, in company with whom he had visited the mines in the Sierra Madre; that on this expedition the party had been attacked by Yaquis and wiped out, he alone surviving; that his blanket-mate before expiring had told him of gold buried in a cove of Lower California by the man's grandfather; that the man had given him a chart showing the location of the treasure; that he had sewn this chart in the shoulder of his coat, whence his suspicion of me and his being so loco about getting it back.
"However, we'll give the benefit of the doubt for the time being. File out!" Del Pinzo gave an order, and his band of disreputable half breeds like himself, including several Indians, though not of the Yaquis tribe, marched out, hands above their heads, while Snake and his men, the boy ranchers in the van, watched. "Is that all?" asked Snake, when the outlaws stood in a row amid the rocks.
In that case they'll take good care of 'em." "Do you think so?" asked Bud, for, truth to tell, he had been greatly alarmed as he thought of the possible fate of Rosemary and her brother in the hands of the unprincipled Yaquis. "Oh, sure!" asserted Rolling Stone, with more conviction than he felt. "They're after money, these Indians are, or what money will buy.
They give it out they were on their way to Diamond X. But they hadn't more than reached town than the Yaquis came in and shot things up. "'The Indians took this young couple, and it was owing to the pluck of the girl that we knew what happened." "Good for Rosemary!" cried Nell. "How did it happen?" "I'm coming to it," her father said, having paused to get his breath.
Change that to a fight and I'm with you at the fall of the hat and until I drop! Let me come! Let me help pay back the debt I have against these infernal Yaquis. Will you?" he asked eagerly. Bud looked at his cousins. Here was a new element. And with all his light manner, and ragged clothes, there was something very satisfying about Rolling Stone, as he asked to be called.
"No useless risks!" ordered Captain Marshall, as he and his men came up to the attack. The Yaquis had several distinct advantages in their favor. They were up above the rescuers and could fire down on them, while the boy ranchers and their friends had not only to fight but to climb up, and the latter was a handicap.
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