A few minutes later the place was filled with soldiers and cowboys who made prisoners of such of the renegades as were left alive—and these were not many, though they included Mike, who had only been wounded by Floyd.
"Oh, Bud! I'm so glad! So glad!" murmured Rosemary, as her cousin put his arm around her—only one arm for the other was still sore.
"So'm I!" murmured Bud. "This is another cousin—Nort," and he nodded toward his boy rancher companion. "And there's a third one down there—Dick—but he's hurt!"
"Badly?"
"Oh, no, just a piece of lead through his arm. He'll be all right in a few days. But say, Rosemary, what did you and Floyd do to turn the tables so quickly?"
"Rosemary did it all," Floyd said with a cheerful grin. "It was just a bluff!" and he told the story.
"Nerviest thing I ever heard of!" complimented Captain Marshall.
"Heap good squaw!" was Buck Tooth's opinion, and that seemed to sum it all up.
The prisoners secured, the dead on both sides buried and the story of the capture and rescue briefly told, arrangements were made for returning to civilization.
The raid of the Yaquis was over, and so severe was the lesson taught them that it was many years before another trick like that was tried.