"They didn't mean to be troublesome, but Fourth of July had got into their blood." The police reserves came running up now.

First of all, the revolvers of the five wild ones were gathered up.

Then the officers turned to the prisoners that had been captured by the West Point cadets and the Young Engineers.
"These fellows are only medicine-show cowboys," Tom explained, with a grin, to the chief of police.

"I know the real kind---and these sorry specimens are not it.

Probably these fellows have never been west of Ohio." "You're an Indian, I'm pretty sure," said Cadet Prescott to the painted redskin whom he now held by one arm.