Arizona republican., 1911-11-25
HOW FARRELL FOUND HIMSELF
E. B. Waterworth
Copyright. 1910. by the Pearson Publishing Co.)

Sergeant Collins had leaped rom behind the desk of the precinct station at the first shout which arose on the street. After years of service at the same station deep in the city's heart, he could always distinguish, even above the chatter and roar of traffic, that quality in sudden uproar which indicated danger or a disturbance of the peace.
 AS he rushed to the door, with old Ben, the turnkey, pottering slowly in his wake he felt from sheer force of habit for his rear hip pocket 10 see that his revolver was handy in case it might be needed; and he swore vigor. ously to himself as it flashed across his mind that he had left it in the Lieutenant's locker-anj that the Lieutenant was then out for lunch.
 When he reached the door, after three nasty strides, he swore again and then uttered a warning yell to some children, who, bewildered by the cry arising up the street, were standing ioubtfully in the gutter.
 Gll III SUluc SlOIc, tHelt. t1uIIys gousei"
 In one glance he had grasped the situation. Half a block away, with head high lifted, tail flashing its Hanks and stepping swiftly forward a few mincing steps al time, was a steer )ne of the swift, rangy animals which occasionally escaped from the shipping rards. couple of blocks away. and bad their last taste of wild freedom ill he city streets. Sometimes these ani mals, frightened and blinded by the roar and changing view about them after their long journeys from the West. were easily rounded up and driven back by attaches of the yard Sometimes they ran amuck in a wild fit Of desperation induced by terror And his first glance told the Sergeant that this steer was of the latter kind.
 He sure means trouble," groaned the Sergeant, frantically glancine about the station 10 discover a weapon. Got a gun, Ben?'
 Without waiting for the old mans mumb!ed reply in the negative. the Sergeant snatched up a heavy night stick, only 10 throw it down with crash to pick up the rusty poker of the massive stove, which stood cold and 1ejected in the corner of the big, bare room throughout the summer. The poker was a huge affair, and. in case of necessity, he reflected, he could stun ! steer with it. In the meantime, he Guently blamed himself for leaving his revolver in the locker. He had placed It there, after cleaning. to give a free dose of oil a chance to loosen the ac- tion which had become frightened with rust.
 Ready as he was 10 do his duty, the Sergeant paused with a critical eye as he reached the open door, He was per fectly willing 10 attack the steer with his simple weapon if neel arose for it. But be was also prepared to bide the arrival of aid if it could be done without danger 10 passe 9sby. For he inew that 10 assail the huge brute, which stood paving ths street sweep ings, piled in the gutter, all the while looking about in readiness for instant assault on any thing or person which seemed offensive, would be a desperate lffair indeed.
 Vigorous shouts from the Sergeant
 
 who were about o cross the street. One man. issuing absent-mindedly from the swinging door of a saloon. glanced up just in time, upon hearing the cho- rus Of yells from the heads which fringed all the windows m the block, to leap wildly back to his refuge. He dashed through the swinging door just as one thousand pounds of beef and Id T.. t,n been obssrvant. like Sergeant Collins. he doubtless would have breathed thanks that his pursuer was of the long horned variety of range cattle One eager. searching horn barely reached his coat tails as he passed through the door. The other spread ing out widely, caught on the loor jamb and snapped off-but ii stopped the rush, although the bis brown and white body was whirled sideways by the force of its own im- pact. banging against the brick wall as the steer slipped on the sidewalk. The swinging doors. slammng on it's nose al the same moment. evidently startled the animal. which hacked of. snorted loudly and eyed the door men, acingly from the gutter.
 "If he's going 10 start chargin' around here" murtered the Sergeant, with a glance at the low store fronts on all sides. through which the refu- seos were peering. its goin' 10 he bad. Jr if he goes after thim horses
 He glanced to the next block where long line of dray5 were drawn up. the horses placidly eating their noon day meal. while their drivers. hastily arisen from the shady side of the building where they had been eating their lunch. were watching the excite ment on the block and keeping within safe distance of the factory doors.
 It'll be bad" the Sergeant repeated, as he took fresh grip on the poker and started forth. Then he stopped with a sigh of relief. On the opposite corner, sprinting toward the steer with his revolver already in his hand. was young Policeman Farrell, just elevated to become patrolman, after service as a probationary.
 Don't waste time! He's dangerous, Let him have it," yelled the Sergeant.
 Policeman Farrell turned a counte- rance toward him which was wreathed in a smile of joyous excitement. He waved a hand of recognition across ~, l fn O hr;-l-