'em, something no self-respecting American Indian would dream
of. Maybe the Yaquis have some such ceremony as smoking the peace
pipe, but I don't know about it. I never saw any of their stone pipes.
I know the kind you mean, Dick. The pipe part is hollowed out with a
small hole--hardly holds enough tobacco for a good smoke, I'd say,
though I never tried it."

"That's the kind," Dick said. "Well, to my mind, these Yaquis aren't
half so--so--well, you know what I mean," he concluded, at loss for the
right word.

"Picturesque," suggested his brother.

"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 Dick. "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 passing 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