The others rode hastily up the slope. The solitary horseman was coming rapidly on. He seemed to have no fear of thus riding into the midst of his enemies.
"Got his nerve with him, anyhow!" mused Snake, as he looked to his gun.
"Maybe he's come to say the Yaquis will surrender and give up Rosemary and Floyd," suggested Dick. "Maybe they know we're on their trail."
CHAPTER X
SHOTS FROM AMBUSH
The boy ranchers were very free with their surmises as to what might portend the oncoming of the lone Indian. Youth is ever thus, eager to guess instead of waiting for certainties. The older cowboys—Yellin' Kid, Snake, Rolling Stone and those who made up the rescue party—remained in silent contemplation of the approaching figure.
"He rides doggoned funny," observed Snake.
"Like a bag of oats," added Rolling Stone. "Looks like he'd fall off any minute."
"Say!" began Bud eagerly, and then he stopped, as if he had thought better.
"What's the matter?" asked Nort.