The San Francisco call., 1896-08-03

tained the chickens that were to afford the
days fun in exchange for bruises, cuts
and death.
The cocks were speedily transferred to
the barge, in the piIot-house of which the
gunny-sacks and theirscrowing contents
were carefully hung.
Then another tedious wait of an hour
and half was had. Mooney had not
shown up with his chickens.
Where is MONEY!" That was ask ed
on every side with no answer.
The hardened element was more ready
to accept the delay in good grace, but the
aristocratic contingent was restive. Three
or four coupes and carriages still remained
within hailing distance, and the young
bloods who were expected to do much OF
the betting at the pit side were inclined to
withdraw. Some of them did leave the
place at II o'clock, shortly before
"Woodsy," recognized as "Mooney's s
man." drove up in an express wagon to
announce it would be impossible for the
ex-Mayor to show up. 1t was then
learned in an official way that MONEYS
old rheumatic complaint held him to his
bed.
Mooney, however, was willing to forfeit
his $50 put up when the main was made,
and, furthermore, he was willing to let
his birds fight for any one who cared to
back them.
But the birds were still in their barrels
far away near the new City Hall, and were
hardly available.
After brief consultation among six or
seven of the young bloods, Johnny Maher
being called in, it was decided that the
swells drive into town and get Mooney's s
chickens, and they departed, leaving the
crowd to await their arrival.
This move precipitated the trouble that
followed.
What appeared to be dozen hard
working men enjoying a Sundays outing
with rod and line had been casting for
fish all the morning from the stringers of
the wharf. Appearances, however, are
deceptive, as these inoffensive fishermen
turned out to be deputized officers of the
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals
They had been quietly waiting to see the
cooking main begun so as to arrest all the
parties in attendance, and in the distance
where they were unobserved were their
superior officers, who feared that if seen
their well-known identity would undo
them.
But when the young bloods departed in
their carriages and others in the crowd
appeared to leave in disgust at the long
wait, the deputies on the wharf gave the
signal.
In less than five minutes G. B. Hol-
brook, secretary of the Society for the Pre-
vention of Cruelty to Animals, Frank Lane
of the State society for the same purpose,
f. B. Gibson, Ed Wadham, James Young,
]. Cochrane, George Kiddermann. Louis
Moulton, Fred Boder, A. r. Fredericks,
T. A. Osborn, F. A. Holbrook, n. McCur-
rie, George Delmer, W. 7. Hooper, II. Nc
Murray and T. ]. Coleman put in an ap-
pearance.
We're pinchedl' exclaimed an old.
timer, who has on more than one occasion
been caught in similar violations of the
law.
"Yo kin shake me down if de cops amt
got usp' shouted another.
There was no use trying to escape. The
dozen deputies already on one end OF the
wharf and the officers coming along in a
body from the other left but two avenues
of escape, and they were the sides of the
pier from which the prisoners might have
jun ped into the N ddy waters of the bay.
The outlook was not cheerful.
"Dey can't do ting to u.s. s. rusty
looking individual said, picking up fish
ing-poIe which deputy had just dropped
We're tishln' and we amt done any cock
fghtin'."
This information was somewhat reas-
suring, but not quite so. Still the penned
in culprlts put on bold front and loudly
protested their innocence.
Secretary Holbrook was undismayed and
informed his prisoners they mad been
placed under arrest for violating section
Gil of the Penal Code, prohibiting cruelty
to animals.
howl OF laughter went up at this de-
claration, the prisoners saying they had
not even seen any chickens, let alone
making them fight.
The officers. however, searched the barge
and brought forth the game cocks, con-
fined in sacks, and construed this evidence
as conclusive.
Communication was shortly had with
the Southern police station and regular
Policemen Whelan and Royston soon
reached the wharf with two patrol wag-
ons into which the eighteen prisoners
were huddled and taken to Jail.
In nearly every instance the men gave
fictitious names, but were booked for
making arrangements for cock-hg hghting,"
with bail set $40 each as follows: Frank
Conlon, Albert White, Fred Johnson,
Grover Cleveland, Edward Ryan. George
Spallacv, James Brown, James Rieley,
Peter Mooney, John Maher, John Kelly,
Daniel Harding, W. j. Burt, Louis Zehe,
John Francis Robert Johnson and Henry
Sweeney.
One amusing incident occurred when
friend of John Mccarthy came into the
prison to offer bail for him.
Stepping up to the desk, he said to the
officer in charge:
"Rere's your money for John Nc
Carthy."
''No such man arrested" was the curt
reply.
81 know better, for 1 saw him get out of
the cart"
Mccarthy, who had been in cell in the
lower end of the lookup, sang out:
m not herel That is, Mccarthy isn't
here.''
s'Well. what is vour name pr asked Can
tain Spillane, who enjoyed the situation.
'WelI, now, you've got me this time. If
! say Pm Mccarthy they'll know me and
josh the life out of me for being caught,
and so l don't know who l am. What
name did l say / was2" said he turning to
Grover Cleveland, who was his cellmate.
What do | know about you," was the
consoling response of Mr.. Cleveland, who
who was thinking of his own trou bles.
Some of the would be sports remem bered
their prison names while others had to be
identified by their friends and the arrest
ing officers. However, they all got bail
and seemed very indignant at the treat