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Updated: June 22, 2025
"The sooner the better," said Rolling Stone quietly, and there was in his very quietness a menace which the boys understood very well. Every hour that Rosemary and Floyd remained in the hands of the Yaquis meant an ever increasing danger.
Merkel remarked: "How come you heard all this, Bill I mean about the Yaquis? None of it filtered here until you come up sweating lather!" "I met one of the deputy sheriffs in town," explained the veteran cow puncher. "He'd just got a telegraph message tellin' him to be on the lookout, as the redskins might be headed this way."
"Now, Paz," began Lieutenant Snow, who acted as interpreter, "you may as well tell the truth first as last, for we're going to get it out of you, if we have to resort to well, you know what I mean. Sabe?" "No sabe!" grunted the Indian. Then the work began. It was not a pleasant task, and it was only excusable on the plea of dire necessity. The Yaquis were entitled to no mercy.
The Yaquis are upon us!" he cried, driving the spurs into his horse. He was followed by Cortes, who in turn was followed by the others. The entire band gave a vivid moving picture of a reckless run down a narrow trail, by a hundred men, any one of whom would have considered it utter madness had he been alone.
He took a roundabout trail so he wouldn't meet up with us too soon and get sent back. "Then, it appears, yesterday, he ran into a bunch of Yaquis, and they fired at him. He got in among some rocks and fired back, and he says he did for two or three. Maybe he wounded 'em, or maybe he made 'em candidates for the Happy Hunting Grounds.
We were headed just in the opposite direction when we took to cover thinking the Yaquis were coming after us." "Yes, and the longer we traveled the farther off we'd be," agreed Nort. "It's lucky all around." "It'll be luckier when we come up to this band of Greasers and take Rosemary and Floyd away," declared Dick. "Just think!" exulted Nort. "We'll soon be taking part in a real Indian fight!
So the night camp was made, and when the horses had been turned out to graze, hobbled so they would not stray, and when the evening meal was over, the party sat about the fires, talking of but one topic what would happen when they came up with the Yaquis.
Mike, the leader, seemed dazed at the suddenness of it all. But he gathered his wits together and, seeing Rosemary at the wall, waving to the soldiers and cowboys below, the desperate Yaquis sprang toward her. But Floyd was watching his sister. The lad picked up a revolver from where it had fallen as its owner retreated and fired point blank at Mike.
And there were no marks to show that any smaller body had branched off from this band of Yaquis that had the unfortunate youth and maiden in charge. So it was with the hope of finding their cousins safe, though perhaps in dire distress, that the boy ranchers pressed on with their friends the troopers and the cowboys.
Through the day rode the posse of self-constituted seekers after the captives. They could not hope, for some time yet, to come upon actual traces of the Yaquis. But they felt that they were heading in the proper direction.
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