"I don"t know anything about them there reflex actions," observed Yellin" Kid, "but I do know that this is no fishin" party! We"ve got hard work cut out for us if we"re to trail them sneakin" Yaquis."
"You delivered an earful that time, my friend," stated Rolling Stone, with a grim smile. "I"ve had dealings with these imps and while they don"t compare in bloodthirstiness with the worst of our former American Indians, they"re bad enough. I know!"
He seemed to gaze afar, into the past, and the boy ranchers hoped he would some day tell the details of how he had come so to hate the Yaquis.
The trailing party, started into action by the receipt of the message so daringly written by Rosemary, consisted of fifteen cowboys, and in these I include our three heroes, who certainly are ent.i.tled to be cla.s.sed with the others. For though not as old, they had had considerable experience now, and were able to rough it with the most veteran cow puncher.
In addition to Bud, Nort and d.i.c.k, there was Snake Purdee, who was in virtual charge, according to instructions from Bud"s father. Yellin"
Kid, Rolling Stone and several other cowboys made up the remainder of the party, which was well armed, and provisioned as fully as was practical. They expected to replenish their packs of food at various places, and if they pa.s.sed beyond the pale of civilization they would live off the land, or do their best in this respect.
"It can"t be any worse for us than for those Indians," Snake Purdee had said, when the talk was on the food question.
"Yes, but a white man can"t live on what those heathen eat," remarked Rolling Stone. "They"ll eat lizards and snakes, and think they"re stopping at one of the best hotels, with bath an" everything. Or they can go without eating longer than any human beings I ever saw. In fact I don"t believe they are human. They"re imps, that"s what they are--plain imps! If I had my way I"d--"
Rolling Stone gave a sudden jump, and a grunt, the reason for this action being that Snake Purdee had urged his steed to a place next to that of the speaker and had given him a jolting punch in the ribs.
"Wha-wha--" stuttered Rolling Stone.
In answer Snake pointed toward Bud and his cousins, on whose faces were looks of grave alarm as the new acquisition to their forces spoke thus of the fierce character of the Yaquis.
"Don"t get "em to worrying too much about that there young lady an"
gent what these Indians have carried off," whispered Snake, and it was well it was he who spoke, and not Yellin" Kid, or our heroes would have sensed what was up. "Keep it dark," advised Snake. "Keep it dark!
Don"t take the heart out of "em!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Rolling Stone. "I see!"
"Pity you wouldn"t," snapped out the cowboy leader. "You got to have a little consideration for the young fellers!"
Rolling Stone nodded, and then, as if to make amends for what he had said, he added:
"Course I"m not saying _all_ Yaquis are alike. There may be some half way, or maybe a quarter way decent. And maybe they"ve captured this young lady and gentleman just for ransom. 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!" a.s.serted Rolling Stone, with more conviction than he felt.
"They"re after money, these Indians are, or what money will buy. And they like good U.S. money instead of Mex. dollars which are worth about fourteen and a half cents a pound just now. So it"s to their interests to treat their captives well, so they"ll bring a good price in the market."
"Good price?" exclaimed Nort. "Do they put them up at auction?"
"No, I didn"t mean just that," Rolling Stone hastened to add. "I mean if they ask a ransom they"re bound to keep the prisoners in good shape for if they don"t produce "em in that same fashion they"re likely to slip up on the reward."
"Then they won"t harm Rosemary or Floyd?" asked d.i.c.k, whose vivid imagination had pictured his cousins as being subject to the tortures of the burning stake.
"Well, of course they won"t have feather beds to sleep on," spoke Rolling Stone slowly, "but I take it your cousins are used to roughing it, and it will be no worse than a scouting trip for them."
"Yes, I s"pose Floyd is used to camping out," admitted Bud. "But as for Rosemary--"
"Don"t worry, son," advised Snake. "Rosemary is a western girl and you know what your sister is."
"That"s right!" and Bud visibly brightened. "Nell could look after herself if given half a chance. And maybe we"ll catch up to these Yaquis before very long."
"Sure we will!" a.s.serted Snake, but he and the other cowboys, more experienced in matters of this sort than our heroes, felt that there was a grim terror between them and those whom they pursued.
However they had started, and were making as good time as possible.
Messages had pa.s.sed between Mr. Merkel and those in authority at La Nogalique, and the probable route of the kidnapping Yaquis was indicated as well as could be. This saved a long trip to the border in order to get on the trail of the Indians from the time they had taken Rosemary and Floyd.
Well armed, with righteous indignation burning in their hearts, used to roughing it, and with men who knew almost every foot of the country, the expedition from Diamond X was well equipped for the work in hand.
At first after they started out there was eager talk, and speculation as to where the Indians would be met with, and what the probable outcome would be of the fight that was sure to follow.
"Unless they run off when they see us and leave Rosemary and Floyd for us to bring back," spoke d.i.c.k, almost afraid lest this outcome should prevent a fight.
"Don"t worry. They won"t run! They"ll stand and give us as good or as bad as we can send," declared Rolling Stone.
"We"ll wipe out the band if we get half a chance!" declared Bud, and it was not said in a bloodthirsty or boastful spirit. It was calm retribution that actuated our friends.
Along the trail they traveled--a trail they were destined to follow for weary days and nights. This was only the beginning. They must make all the speed they could, and yet spare the horses all that was possible. There was a chance of getting new mounts at several places, but it was only a chance and could not be depended on. They must save what they had, both in the way of horseflesh and rations.
Night found them well on their way, and though the boys were eager to continue, Snake insisted on a halt being made not only for supper but to give men and horses a needed rest.
"The Indians will have to stop just as we do," said the older cowboy.
"They can"t keep on continually; they have to stop and rest."
"Yes, I suppose so," granted Bud.
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.
As they were in friendly country, not after cattle rustlers and had no fear of Del Pinzo and his gang, there was felt to be no need of standing guard. But for all this Bud, Nort and d.i.c.k were a bit restless, and did not sleep as soundly as the others.
In fact along toward morning, though while it was yet very dark, Nort, thinking he heard suspicious noises, unrolled from his blanket and stood up.
"What"s the matter?" came in a hoa.r.s.e whisper from his brother.
"I don"t know," answered Nort, in the same hoa.r.s.e tones. "I thought I heard something."
"So did I," and d.i.c.k scrambled out to stand beside his brother. "Are the horses all right?"
"I hope so. We"re lost without them. Let"s take a look and--"
Nort stopped suddenly and pointed to the northern sky. Above the horizon shone some red sparkles of light skimming and shimmering through the dark night.
"Shooting stars!" remarked d.i.c.k, in a whisper.
"Shooting nothing!" cried Nort, and his voice was loud. "Those are signals from the Yaquis! Snake! Wake up! We"re right close to the Indians!" he yelled.
CHAPTER IX