"Much obliged to you, Billee," said Mr. Merkel. "Did you happen to hear what town it was in Arizona that the Yaquis raided?"
"It was La—La—wait a minute now. It was one of those crazy Spanish names. I'll tell you—La—La—La Nogalique—that's it!"
"La Nogalique!" cried Mr. Merkel, and he looked at the letter from
Rosemary.
"That's her!" affirmed the cowboy.
"Why—why!" exclaimed the ranchman, "that's the way they were coming—in their auto! La Nogalique! They might have been there—"
"Who were coming?" asked his wife quickly.
"Rosemary and Floyd; They'd be there just about—when was that raid,
Billee Dobb?" cried Mr. Merkel.
"Last Friday!"
The ranchman whistled.
"That's bad!" he murmured. "Bad!"