Outside Mr.Cantwell's voice could be heard: "I'll take you inside, chief!" In came the principal, his face now white from dread of what he had done, instead of showing the white-heat of passion.

After him came Chief Coy and three policemen in uniform.
For at least a full half minute Chief Coy stood glancing around the room, where every student was in his seat and all was orderly.
The boys returned the chief's look with wondering eyes.
Then Mr.Coy spoke: "Where's your riot, principal?
Is this what you termed a mutiny ?" Mr.Cantwell, who had gone to his post behind the desk, appeared to find difficulty in answering.
"Humph!" muttered the chief, and, turning, strode from the room.
His three policemen followed.
Then there came indeed an awkward silence.
Submaster Drake had abandoned the center of the stage to the principal.
Mr.Cantwell found himself at some loss for words.

But at last he began: "Young ladies and young gentlemen, I cannot begin to tell you how much I regret the occurrences of this morning.

Discipline is one of my greatest ideals, and this morning's mutiny-----" He felt obliged to pause there, for an angry murmur started on the boys' side, and traveled over to where the girls were seated: "This morning's mutiny-----" began the principal again.
The murmur grew louder.

Mr.Cantwell looked up, more of fear than of anger in his eyes.