[The Daughters repudiate with gratifying unanimity any desire to shoot gentlemen on horseback.
A Bloodthirsty Boy (as the hostile Indians attack the train). Will the Indians scalp anybody, Uncle?
His Uncle. No, my boy, they don't let 'em get near enough for that, you see! [The Indians are ignominiously chased off by Cowboys.
The Boy (disappointed). They'd a splendid chance of scalping the Orator that time—and not one of them even saw it!
Orator. Captain JACK BURTZ, of the United States Army, will now give you an example of his phenomenal Lightning Drill.
[The Captain takes up his position with an air of fierce resolution, and proceeds to do wonderful things with a rifle and fixed bayonet, which he treats with a familiarity bordering on contempt.
A Lady (to a Military Friend—as the Captain twirls the rifle rapidly round his neck). Have you ever seen anyone drill like that before?
The Mil. F. Saw CINQUEVALLI do something very like it at the Empire. But he had a cannon-ball as well.
The Lady. Look at him now—he's making the gun revolve upside down with the bayonet on the palm of his hand! Could you do that?
The M.F. Not without drilling a hole in myself.