The Indian were armed like the cowboys.

It was evident that all the members of the wild band were partially intoxicated.
Bang! bang! bang! "Get back into the store, you young men!" ordered Chief Simmons crisply.

"These heathen are pie-eyed and they'll shoot you up quicker than a flash!" "Who, That lot of freaks ?" demanded Tom contemptuously.

"Dick! Greg! Indians are the specialty of the Army.

You go after the redskins, while Harry and I tame these bad men!" Like a flash, ere Chief Simmons could interfere, the four young men were off.