"Floyd!" she exclaimed, "I'm desperate! I'm going to do something!
"Not—you're not going to—"
Floyd stumbled over expressing the fear that she was going to rush out and throw herself over the rocky wall.
"It's just a chance," went on Rosemary, "but I'm going to take it. A desperate chance!"
"But what, Rosemary?"
"I'm going to play a trick on these Indians! I think I can do it!"
"A trick?"
"Yes. As soon as the next period of heavy firing quiets down I'm going to rush out, yelling, and point back to the cave. I want you to do the same."
"But what good will it do?"
"It will give the Indians the impression that our friends—or some one—has managed to get up the rocks, and that they are coming from the rear. There may be an entrance into that cave from the back. I don't know, and I don't believe these Indians do. Anyhow if we rush out, all excited, yelling as hard as we can, and pointing to the cave back of us, I think the Yaquis will take the alarm and become so confused that our friends, whoever they are out there, will be able to rush this position."