"Oh, Senor Purdee!" There was false injury in the tones.
"And I"m not so sure but what it will turn out that way in the end,"
added the cowboy grimly. "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. He was taking no chances on leaving a hidden, lurking foe to fire behind their backs.
"All, Senor Purdee. Shall we go?"
"When I tell you to, yes. Now, Del Pinzo, you know I don"t trust you, and there"s no use soft soaping the situation. I wouldn"t trust you with a Mexican dollar. So here"s what you"ve got to do.
"March over there," and he indicated a bunch of scrub about half a mile away. "Stay there until we get breakfast and are on our way. When we"re far enough off I"ll fire a shot, and that"ll mean you can come over here again, get your horses and guns, and take after the Yaquis, if it suits you."
"We want to drive the Indians back," declared Del Pinzo.
"Yes, I reckon they"re picking on your preserves, that"s the reason,"
said Snake. "Well, this is a free country. As long as you"re out of jail--though how you beat it I can"t guess--you can do as you please, I s"pose--as long as it doesn"t interfere with us.
"So hit any trail you like as long as it isn"t ours. Now remember--don"t make a break for your horses and guns until I fire a shot."
"So be it, Senor. And one thing more?"
"What is it?"
"May I put down my hands? I am wounded--"
"Oh, put "em down? I didn"t more than graze you to keep you from shooting one of our men. Put "em down!"
With a sigh of relief the outlaw lowered his hands, an example followed by his men, all of whom were unarmed. They marched behind their leader to the place designated, and for the first time Snake breathed easily.
"How do you reckon he got here?" asked Bud, when hurried preparations were under way for breakfast.
"Give it up," answered Snake, who had sent some men to collect the guns and horses of the Del Pinzo gang.
"He may have bribed his way out of jail, or have broken out, and we"ll have to let that go until later. He may really be trying to drive back the Yaquis, for fear they"ll steal things that he has an eye to himself. Or he may be lying--I think most likely the last. Anyhow he happened to strike this place the same time as we did, and either knowing who we were, or not knowing, and that part has me guessing, he tried to pick us off. However we"ll give him the slip this time."
"I don"t see how, if you leave him his horses and guns," put in Yellin"
Kid.
"Well, he and his men can"t do much riding on horses without saddles and bridles," said Snake, "and as for the guns--well, I"ll leave them for him at the first ranch I come to."
"You mean you"re going to take his guns with you?" asked Bud.
"Surest thing you ever said, son. Think I"d trust him with any shooting irons behind me. And we"ll just strip his horses, too. We can pack along his saddles and bridles. If they want to ride bare back that"s up to them."
And this was the plan followed. There were several pack animals in the outfit from the Diamond X, and on these the saddles and bridles from the outlaws" horses were packed. Then the guns were collected from the ambush, and taken along when the start was made after breakfast.
"Hit the trail!" cried Snake, when preparations were complete.
Off in the distance, hungrily waiting for the signal that would let them return, stood Del Pinzo and his gang. Their food was not disturbed. They had the means for making breakfast.
Off rode Snake and his followers. At a distance of little more than half a mile from the scene of the fighting, on a rising hill, the cowboy stopped.
"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. As they dipped down into a little valley there came to their ears faint yells of rage.
"They"ve found their saddles gone!" said Nort.
Again came a shout.
"They"ve missed their bridles!" said d.i.c.k.
A louder yell!
"No guns!" shouted Bud. "Oh, this is one time we put it all over Del Pinzo!"
Forward rode the outfit from Diamond X.
CHAPTER XIII
WEARY CAPTIVES
"Rosemary, are you able to stand it?" Floyd put this question to his sister as the weary captives were urged along the trail by the Yaquis.
"We"ve just _got_ to stand it, Floyd," was the brave answer. "Help must come to us, and we must bear up until it does come."
"Oh, I can stand it all right--I really don"t mind. But for you--it must be terrible! And the worst of it is I can"t do a thing to help you."
"Not now, no, Floyd," Rosemary answered, with a brave attempt at a smile. "But we must watch our chance. These Mexican Indians aren"t like our own--or like our own used to be. They aren"t half as smart.
We ought to be able to escape from them if we get half a chance."
"Well, maybe, Rosemary. But they"re bad enough if they aren"t smart."
Floyd spoke with all the evidence on his side. For a more disreputable, unsavory, desperate and wicked band of men it would be almost impossible to find. Repulsive in face, dirty, tattered and torn, wearing all sorts of cast off garments, a few in blankets, astride bony and broken horses, most of them, but each one armed with gun, revolver or knife, it was a crew of pirates, cut-throats, highwaymen to be carefully shunned.
"Well, I"m glad to see you keeping your courage up, Rosemary," remarked her brother, trying to ease himself in the saddle. It was not very feasible, as the captives were partly tied to prevent their escape, and they could not shift about as they pleased.