is sister scornfully, "He looked more like a
renegade Mexican than a real American cowboy. And his accent was
Spanish, too."

"Oh, well, lots of good American cowboys came from Mexican or Spanish
people, and speak both languages," asserted Floyd. "Don't hold that
against him."

"I don't," said Rosemary. "But I will hold it against him if he has
put us on the wrong trail, and I'm beginning to believe that's what he
did. And maybe purposely, Floyd."

"Purposely? What do you mean?"

"Well, you know what we were told when we started out to make this
trip--that we had better take the most civilized and best traveled
trails, as the Yaquis were reported to be on the verge of making an
outbreak."

"Yes, and for that reason I kept well away from the border. But we
aren't anywhere near the Yaquis country now."

"Aren't we?" asked Rosemary, with a strange quietness in her voice.

"No, of course not!" snapped Floyd. It was the first time, since
brother and sister had started from California, to make a somewhat
adventurous trip to their uncle's ranch that they had been near a
"break" in their cordial relations. "The Yaquis are five hundred miles
from here."

"I hope so, I surely do hope so!" murmured Rosemary, in such fervent
tones that her brother felt an uneasy sense of fear creeping into his
heart. For the first time he began to realize that perhaps they had
done a foolhardy thing in making this trip alone. He slipped his hand
into his pocket, making sure that his gun was in readiness. And it did
not relieve his anxiety to note that Rosemary did the same.

Brother and sister were of the west. They were brave and bold and not
afraid of danger when they had half a chance to meet it face to face.
But they had heard much of the treacherous and mean nature of the
Yaquis Indians. These were not like the early American tribes of
redmen, who had something of a code of honor in their warfare, cruel
and heartless as it seemed at times.

"Well, do you want to go back?" asked Floyd, as he slowly started the
car.

Rosemary considered for a moment.

"Let's look at the map and go over what we were told along the route,"
she suggested.

Then followed a careful scanning of papers and drawings, with the
result that Rosemary said:

"I guess we may as well go on. It's a long way back to the nearest
town, and this map does seem to indicate that we are heading for La
Nogalique."

"That's what I say!" chimed in Floyd