"That"s it! They aren"t at all the kind of Indians you"d like to read about."
"Rex Beach doesn"t think much of "em," commented Bud. "I read in one of his books where he says the Yaquis are a playful people, and they dearly love to hold up Southern Pacific trains. It"s one of their favorite sports and pastimes."
"Do you really think they do?" asked d.i.c.k. "If they"re train robbers they have more gumption than I thought."
"Well, I don"t know," admitted Bud. "Rex Beach writes good stuff, and has some corking movies out, but maybe he was joking when he spoke of the Yaquis. Anyhow we know what they"ve done to our friends, and it"s up to us to pay "em back!"
"You said a hollow-toothful that time, kid!" declared Rolling Stone, as he cantered up ahead to take part in a consultation, caused when a new "sign" was discovered.
The discovery of new marks in the soil--marks left by the pa.s.sing along of some Indians--was deemed of enough importance to call a halt, while those most familiar in the interpretation of such mystic evidences, made certain what they indicated.
In this discussion the boy ranchers could have no part for they were not at all versed in the meaning of what was quite plain to Rolling Stone, some of the trooper scouts and a few of the cowboys.
"We"ll eat as long as we had to stop," decided Captain Marshall, when it was made known to him that some of the scouts wanted to scurry about in a circle, and ascertain if there were any more evidences that would help solve many vital questions.
The troopers had come out well rationed--much better so, in fact than had our friends, and the soldiers extended an invitation to their comrade in arms to partake of "grub," an invitation that was quickly accepted. For the American soldier is the best fed of any in the world.
In the midst of the meal word was sent back to have Buck Tooth, the old Indian in the service of Bud, to come out to where the trooper scouts and cowboys were having a consultation.
"Buck Tooth can tell "em what"s what," declared Bud. "He claims to be a Yaqui, though since these imps have pulled off this stunt I think I"ll get Buck Tooth to change his tribe. But he can read Indian sign all right."
This was evidently so for, a little later, exultant shouts on the part of the trooper scouts and the cowboys announced that something new had been found. And it was Buck Tooth"s discovery as the boy ranchers learned soon.
The old Indian had carefully studied the trail, and then, going off to one side, had hunted about until he found what he was in evident search of--another trail, leading in the opposite direction from that our friends had been following.
"Yaquis come "long here--go up to mountain, then come back "gin, same way like, then go like so," and Buck Tooth held out his arm stiffly, extending two fingers of his hand wide apart like a fork.
"I see what he means!" exclaimed Snake Purdee. "They doubled on their track for part of the way back, and then branched off from the trail, thinking to fool us. But they didn"t."
"It looks that way," agreed Lieutenant Snow. "This trail Buck Tooth discovered is much the fresher. We ought to follow that."
And this they did, after a hasty meal.
Once more they were after the Yaquis, and late that night one of the scouts in the lead car riding back at full speed with the news:
"They"re right ahead of us!"
"Wow!" yelled Bud.
"Hurray!" shouted d.i.c.k.
"Get ready for the fight!" cried Nort.
"Wait a minute now, boys!" advised Snake. "You may have a proper part in the fracas, but remember we"re with the United States troops, and under the leadership of Captain Marshall. We must do as he says."
"Oh, I guess the Captain will give the boys a chance," said Lieutenant Snow with a smile, as he gave an order to the buglar.
The stragglers rode in, the troops were quickly formed for immediate action, and other scouts were sent out to report on the location and disposition of the Yaquis, which were about three miles in advance, the first scout said.
"Did you see anything of Rosemary or Floyd?" asked Bud anxiously.
"No. I wasn"t close enough for that. But the beggars are legging it for all they"re worth!"
"Then let"s get after them!" cried the Captain. "We don"t want them to get away!"
The pace had not been fast, so the horses were comparatively fresh, and they were now urged into a trot, while skirmishers were sent on ahead to receive the first reports of the advanced scouts.
Suddenly, as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, some of the scouts came riding back, pointing down into a small, rocky valley, while the foremost yelled:
"They"re making a stand down there!"
"Come on!" cried Captain Marshall, and, a few minutes later the fight against the Yaquis began.
CHAPTER XX
THE WHITE FLAG
The boy ranchers--at least two of them,--were much disappointed at the manner in which this fight against the Yaquis started. And I think I need not say that the two I mean were d.i.c.k and Nort. Bud, while he had never before taken part in a fight against Indians, did not expect so much of the romantically picturesque and so was not so disappointed.
But like most healthy lads Nort and d.i.c.k, in their early days, had read many books about the west, stories of adventures among the cowboys, miners and Indians--especially the latter. And all the stories had to do with the dashing manner in which the redmen fought, when they fought in the open. Of course, when they had the chance, the Indians preferred to sneak up on their victims and take them unawares. It was easier than standing up against gunfire.
But when the Indians had fought there was a dash and spirit about their attack that made the blood run faster in the veins. The redmen would begin circling about the band they were to attack, riding their ponies faster and faster as they approached, leaning over on the far side, to bring the animal"s body between themselves and the hail of bullets.
Then the doughty Indian, hanging to his saddle blanket by one moccasined foot would fire from under his pony"s neck, dashing away in time to escape the white man"s bullet.
That was warfare to make any real lad wish to toss aside his school books and hike for the great WEST!
And it was by antic.i.p.ating such scenes as this that Nort and d.i.c.k were disappointed. But, in a way they had been prepared for it by seeing what manner of Indians the Yaquis were. No warpaint, no feathered headdresses, no necklaces of bears" claws, and of course no bows and arrows.
It must be admitted that the stories on which Nort and d.i.c.k had fed their imaginations were true enough about the time they were written.
But the romantic Indians died off, or were confined on reservations, and those who occasionally sneaked over the border from Mexico, to make raids by which they gathered in cattle, ponies and weapons, were not of this cla.s.s.
"It"s like making an attack on a bunch of Greasers!" declared Nort, in some disgust, as the fight opened.
But just then a bullet sang uncomfortably close to his head, and as he ducked down--too late of course had the shot been true--Bud laughed and said:
"Don"t lose sight of the fact that they can shoot!"
Indeed the Yaquis, thus forced to make a stand and fight, were not going to give up easily. The soldiers, the outfit from Diamond X and the boy ranchers were to have no easy time of it.
It was inspiring to witness the manner in which the troopers went about the business of rounding up the renegade Yaquis. At the first intimation that there was to be serious fighting, when the band had gotten close enough for effective work, the horses were sent back to be out of danger from the bullets. The animals belonging to Bud, Nort, d.i.c.k and their friends were taken in charge by some of the troopers.
For it was vitally necessary that means of retreat or of advance be preserved. And of course there was no thought of retreat on the part of our friends.
Buck Tooth, the old Indian, slid from his pony with a sigh of relief.
He did not care for riding. He liked an automobile, but he was too fat to sit in comfort on a rangy cow pony.
"Keep head down!" he advised Nort, as he saw the lad apparently duck a bullet.
"Guess that"s good advice," admitted the lad with a sharp intaking of his breath.