"On the trail!" echoed Nort and Dick.
"And we can't meet with those Yaquis any too soon for me!" added
Rolling Stone.
"You seem to have it in for them rather hard," observed Dick.
"It can't be any too hard," answered the man with a grim tightening of the muscles around his mouth. "When I think of all they did—"
He paused and gazed at the distant horizon. That there was a story connected with his hate of the Yaquis none of the boys doubted, and they were eager to hear it. But this was not the time and place. Too much remained to be done, and there was too little time in which to do it.
"I wonder when we'll meet up with the imps?" spoke Nort, as they ambled easily along.
"No telling," said Bud. "We've got things in shape back there so that we can remain away all summer if need be," and he glanced back toward their ranch which they had just left. "But I'd like to clean up this bunch of 'onery' Yaquis, and then get back on the job. Cattle raising is our business."
"But just now we're following a side line of rescuing Rosemary and
Floyd," observed Nort. "And I think we can do it!"
Well it was that Fate veiled the Future.