o render them almost helpless.
Though the Mexican Indians do not seem to have the picturesqueness and
skill of the outdoors possessed by the North American Indians, still
they knew how to knot their lariats about Rosemary and Floyd, and so
tie them on spare horses that it would have been no easy task to escape.

Aside from rude hands bundling her about, no insult was offered
Rosemary; and though Floyd was not treated so gently he was not
actually mistreated. Rosemary was not searched, and her automatic
remained in a hidden pocket, where, if need be, she could quickly reach
it.

Floyd's gun was taken away, and all the money he carried loose in his
pockets. But he had been wise enough when starting out on this trip,
to make a secret pocket in his vest, and this now held a goodly sum
which the Indians overlooked. Of course a more careful search would
reveal it, as it would Rosemary's gun.

Paz, speaking in Spanish, detailed several men to guard the prisoners
and then, taking his place at the head of his band, he led them back
down the trail.

"Say, what does this mean?" asked Floyd of his sister. "He's going
right back down among men that ought to be our friends. If there are
any town officials there, or a soldier or two, they ought to save us."

"I'm afraid there isn't, though," the girl answered. "If there had
been the lone cowboy wouldn't have ridden for help. And the fighting
is still going on."

The sound of shooting was resumed as she spoke, and shouts and yells
came to Floyd's ears. He began to understand what had happened, his
surmise being borne out, later, by the facts.

La Nogalique is a town in Arizona, just on the Mexican border. In fact
so close is it that in places only a barbed wire fence separates the
possessions of Uncle Sam from those of the Mexican republic. And
outside of town even the wire fence "petered out," so there was
nothing--no natural boundary--to tell where citizens were under the
protection of the stars and stripes or under the domain of the
descendants of Montezuma.

What had happened, just as Rosemary and Floyd suspected, was that the
Yaquis--never very peaceable--had risen in one of their periodic raids.
They frequently hold up the Southern Pacific trains, kill and rob the
passengers and take what express matter they like.

This band, probably weary of making war on the none too resisting
Mexican soldiery, had crossed the border, and "shot up" La Nogalique.
When it w