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Ped closely together, below him, on a sort of big table of rock, were a
number of the Yaquis. They appeared to be holding a sort of council or
parley, and were gathered about an Indian to whom Mike and Paz often
delegated certain duties. But this was not what caused the heart of
Floyd to thump so desperately against his ribs, making such a noise, he
wildly feared, that the pounding would be heard by some passing Indian.
What caused him fairly to gasp for breath was the sight of a great
boulder, poised on the edge of the natural wall, and hanging almost
directly over the group of talking Indians. "If I can push that rock
down on them it will do the trick!" thought Floyd. "It'll put some of
'em out of business, and the rest will be so frightened that they'll
retreat. Then whoever is out there trying to break through to help us,
will have matters their own way. That's what I'll do. Ill pry that rock
loose and let it dash 'em on the heads." It was a horrible thing to
think of, much more horrible to do, but the situation of Rosemary and
Floyd was desperate indeed. The end seemed to justify the means. "The
point is," mused Floyd, "can I shove that rock down?" Looking about him
he saw that he was not observed. He quickly made his way nearer to the
rock, and then, reaching out his hands, he pushe