ish, at the same time again waving
his hand to indicate to Floyd and Rosemary that they were to get out of
the machine. Brother and sister knew enough of the language to
understand what was said. It was the same request made in gestures.

"Shall I jump on him, Rose?" asked Floyd in a low voice. "I can just
about make it from here, and I haven't forgotten my football tackle
days. Shall I jump on him? Then maybe you can pop one or two, and we
can start down in the car. Once we get into town the officials are
bound to protect us."

"Don't, Floyd!" his sister advised in the same low tone. "We have no
chance but to submit, and wait for help. I've heard of these Yaquis.
There aren't enough men in La Nogalique to cope with them except
troopers come. And they're far enough off."

"Just give in, and hope for the best. But don't let them separate
us--whatever--whatever you have to do."

There was a catch in the girl's voice, but this was the only evidence
of fear she had shown. She was a true "sport."

"But what do you suppose their game is?" asked Floyd, and during this
talk between brother and sister, the Yaqui leader, stood regarding them
quizzically.

"I don't know," Rosemary answered. "This is just one of their
periodical raids, I guess, and they have just added us to their list.
But we'll have to do as they tell us--at least for the time being.
Help me down, Floyd."

He assisted her out of the car. Paz, smiling--or perhaps grinning
would be the better word--came toward them, and motioned with his hand
toward the gun Floyd had put up.

"You don't get it,--Paz unless you want the business end!" snapped out
Floyd, and his hand edged toward the weapon with no mistake in his
meaning.

In an instant he was "covered" by the gun in the hand of the Indian,
and Rosemary changed the scream she had started to utter to the advice:

"Give it up, Floyd! They haven't seen mine and don't know I have one.
Maybe I can get by with it!"

Floyd almost sighed as he passed over his weapon, butt first, in the
accepted style of surrendering. Paz grinned again, and motioned to his
men to come up. One of them began loosening a lariat at his saddle
horn.

"They're going to make prisoners of us," said Floyd.

"Never mind! There'll be some way out," whispered Rosemary.

CHAPTER VII

INTO THE MOUNTAINS

Disreputable ragamuffins as they appeared, the Yaquis were quick enough
to put their captives in a position t