ans like wildfire, was all that was needed to turn
the scale. The Yaquis, with howls of fear, not knowing what it was all
about, threw down their guns and sought for means of escape.

Mike, the leader, seemed dazed at the suddenness of it all. But he
gathered his wits together and, seeing Rosemary at the wall, waving to
the soldiers and cowboys below, the desperate Yaquis sprang toward her.

But Floyd was watching his sister. The lad picked up a revolver from
where it had fallen as its owner retreated and fired point blank at
Mike. The ruffian crumpled up and went down in a heap, as Rosemary
herself, unable to stand the strain longer, sank down half fainting.

Her ruse had succeeded. The Yaquis were on the run.

A few minutes later the place was filled with soldiers and cowboys who
made prisoners of such of the renegades as were left alive--and these
were not many, though they included Mike, who had only been wounded by
Floyd.

"Oh, Bud! I'm so glad! So glad!" murmured Rosemary, as her cousin put
his arm around her--only one arm for the other was still sore.

"So'm I!" murmured Bud. "This is another cousin--Nort," and he nodded
toward his boy rancher companion. "And there's a third one down
there--Dick--but he's hurt!"

"Badly?"

"Oh, no, just a piece of lead through his arm. He'll be all right in a
few days. But say, Rosemary, what did you and Floyd do to turn the
tables so quickly?"

"Rosemary did it all," Floyd said with a cheerful grin. "It was just a
bluff!" and he told the story.

"Nerviest thing I ever heard of!" complimented Captain Marshall.

"Heap good squaw!" was Buck Tooth's opinion, and that seemed to sum it
all up.

The prisoners secured, the dead on both sides buried and the story of
the capture and rescue briefly told, arrangements were made for
returning to civilization.

The raid of the Yaquis was over, and so severe was the lesson taught
them that it was many years before another trick like that was tried.

Rosemary and Floyd, though they had suffered many hardships, were not
physically harmed, except for the youth's wrenched arm, which was
painful but not dangerous.

"Oh, but we want some water to wash in!" Rosemary confided to Bud.
"They've kept us so much on the go, ever since they captured us, that I
can't bear to think of it. I just _dreamed_ of clean bath tubs filled
with white soap suds!"

"We'll soon be at the ranch," Bud said.

"Oh, but I can't wait until th