"Humph! You've been through the pubic schools, too?" demanded
Dick.
"Yes, sir."
Greg's Indian was quite as docile. The police now had the weapons
of all the party, except one automatic weapon that Greg was examining.
"Yah!" grinned Holmes. "This gun is loaded with blank cartridges.
I guess all the others were, too."
The guess was a wholly correct one.
By this time the Main Street crowd, wholly over its fright, was crowding about the police and their captives.
"Say, this seems like old times!" called Sam Foss, laughingly.
"Dick & Co. right in the thick the excitement."
"There hasn't been any," grinned Prescott.
At this instant a new actor arrived on the scene. Wild Charlie, the Indian medicine "doctor," immaculate in black frock suit and patent leather shoes, with a handsome sombrero spread over the glistening black hair that hung down over his shoulders, rushed up.
"Let these people go, Chief," begged the picturesque quack doctor.
"I'll pay for any damage they've done."
Chief Simmons looked the long-haired "doctor" over with a broad grin.