oken over the border from Mexico.

"And tell 'em," shouted Snake, who, with his friends had understood the
import of what was said, "tell the beggar if any harm has come to
Rosemary or Floyd, we'll kill every one of the Greasers!"

Lieutenant Snow waved his hand for silence. He listened to something
the bearer of the flag of truce had to say, and then the officer
announced:

"The captives aren't here!"

"Aren't here!" cried Bud, Nort and Dick together.

"Don't let nim fool you!" shouted Yellin' Kid.

"Order them to march out, unarmed and then we'll search their camp,"
called Captain Marshall.

Seeing that it would be useless to prolong matters, and knowing his
entire band would be wiped out if he continued the fight, now that his
rear was attacked, Paz growled out the necessary orders to his
followers, and they came out from amid the rocks--that is those who
could walk.

They were a sorry-looking lot. Always of a nondescript type, dirty,
ragged and greasy, the Yaquis were even worse now, for they had been on
the trail for some time, and had taken part in at least two fights.
They had had no time to recuperate since making the raid in La
Nogalique.

As they filed out, miserably enough, they were passed into a sort of
hollow square, formed by the troopers, and there each Indian was
searched for a hidden knife or revolver. One or two were found and
confiscated amid the snarls of rage on the part of the owners, who,
doubtless, meditated treachery.

Paz and his followers having been secured, a guard placed over them,
and the wounded of the troopers being cared for as well as possible,
search was made of the place where the Yaquis had made their stand.
Several dead Indians were found, and some so badly wounded that death
was only a question of a short time. These were made as comfortable as
possible, for though they were entitled to little consideration while
the fight was on, matters were different after the surrender.

"But where can Rosemary and Floyd be?" was the question asked over and
over again by the boy ranchers and their friends, when it was seen that
the captives were not in the Yaquis camp. At first it was supposed
they had been sent to the rear with the Indians who were guarding the
ponies. But there was no trace of the youth and his sister who had
been carried away.

Then the more sinister thought came.

"Could they have been made away with?"

No one asked this in so many words, but it w