"That's right," agreed Snake. "And no Yaquis will fool with such infernal machines as them."
"Unless your cousins had some," suggested Yellin' Kid looking toward
Bud and his chums. Some one had thrown an armful of greasewood on the
fire, and it blazed up brightly, disclosing the countenances of the
Indian trailers.
"What would Rosemary and Floyd be doing with fireworks?" asked Bud.
"I didn't know but what they might be bringing some to Diamond X for a celebration, and the Indians, having laid hands on the rockets as well as on your cousins, might be setting 'em off—setting off the rockets I mean—for a celebration over their victory," observed Yellin' Kid, somewhat out of breath after this long oration.
"Nonsense!" asserted Snake. "The Indians wouldn't set off the rockets on purpose. They'd be afraid. Though of course they may have done so by accident."
"I don't believe Rosemary or Floyd would be bringing us fireworks," remarked Bud. "They're too old for such kid stuff."
"That's what I thought," said Snake.
"But who is shooting off the rockets?" asked Nort, as another brilliant burst of fire, not unlike shooting stars, illuminated the dark northern sky.
"Troopers," said the old cowboy.
"Troopers?" question Dick.