"The ones who are out there trying to help us—cowboys from our uncle's ranch, I hope."
"I hope so, too, and I hope they haven't had to quit," spoke Floyd. "But we've got to go on with what we planned now. I'm for it as much as you are, Rosemary. Something has to be done! Are you sure you won't weaken at the last minute, and cave in?"
"Did you ever know me to do a thing like that?" she asked with flashing eyes.
"No, I never did."
"Well, I'm not going to start now! Don't worry, Floyd. Somehow I feel sure that this will pull us through! I thought of it in the night—perhaps I dreamed it—and I have a feeling that it is going to work out all right. Don't be afraid. Let's try it with all our might! Are you ready?"
"As ready as I ever shall be," was the grim answer. "But if you're playing a 'hunch,' so to speak, that's different. You always were lucky!"
He laughed grimly, and Rosemary joined in. It was the first time they had laughed since being taken captives.
As her brother had said, Rosemary was "lucky."
For a moment brother and sister looked about them. They must act soon, and, after all, the consequences could not be much worse than those which continually were hanging over them.
"Whenever you're ready—give the word!" whispered Floyd.