"Then, as the battle ceased, the rebels began to celebrate their victory. They broke into the closed _cantinas_, disobeying their officers and beginning the loot of the town, and while half of their number were drunk the Federals, being informed of their condition, suddenly advanced upon them, with the Yaquis far in the lead. "They did not shoot, those Yaquis; but, dragging their guns behind them, they crept up through the bushes and dug pits quite close to the lines. Then, when the rebels discovered them and manned their guns, the Yaquis shot down the gunners. "Growing bolder, they crept farther to the front--the rebels became disorganized, their men became mutinous--and at last, when they saw they would surely be taken, the leaders buried two tons of dynamite in the trenches by the bull-ring and set a time-fuse, to explode when the Yaquis arrived. "The word spread through the town like wildfire--all the people, all the soldiers fled every which way to escape--and then, when the worst was expected to happen, the dynamite failed to explode and the Yaquis rushed the trenches at sundown." "Did those Yaquis know about the dynamite?" inquired Bud. "Know?" repeated Don Juan, waving the thought away. "Not a word! Their commanders kept it from them, even after they discovered the mine. And now the Indians are making boasts; they are drunk with the thought of their valor and claim that the rebels fled from them alone. "The roadmaster came into town this morning on a velocipede and said that the Yaquis are insufferable, thinking that it was their renown as fighters and not the news of the dynamite that drove all the soldiers from town. "However, Agua Negra is once more in the hands of the government; the track is clear and most of the bridges repaired; so why quarrel with the Yaquis? While they are, of course, nothing but Indians, they serve their purpose in battle." "Well, I guess yes!" responded Bud warmly. "Serve their purpose, eh? Where were these Mexican soldiers and them Spanish officers when the Yaquis were taking the town? And that was just like a dog-goned Mexican--setting that time-fuse and then not having it go off. More'n likely the poor yap that fired it was so scairt he couldn't hold a match--probably never lit it, jest dropped the match and run. They're a bum bunch, if you want to know what I think. I'd rather have a Yaqui than a hundred of 'em!" "A hundred of whom?" inquired a cool voice behind him, and looking up Hooker saw the beautiful Gracia gazing out at him through the screen door. "A hundred Mexicans!" he repeated, and Gracia murmured "Oh!" and was gone. "Miss Aragon is very loyal to her country," observed Don Juan, but Hooker only grunted.