Arizona republican., 1911-04-04

ture 1t was that bore down upon him with a gait like sulky blow. up one side and down the other.
 "Search me-" he murmured again, beneath his breath, as the thing came up to him and said in a voice not high and piping, as was to have been ex- pected, but in deep. half-confident gut turals: "Mr. Tank, believer"
 You're on, alright. alright" re- sponded Tank easily; have a cigar" He motioned the Kid forward with the smokeables.
 Thanks" said the giraffe, choosing a cigarette.
 Tank was polite man. He proffered his own cigar for light. The giraffe puffed assiduously. The Pop-eyed Kid was wondering if he enjoyed the smoke all the way down.
 I'm a sociological student" conflded the stranger. between puffs. Gim- balls my name. Just heard about your little picnic to-day and thought I'd come along, as it might give me a chance to study some new types"
 Sure, Goggle-eye," said Tank, hay ing read his man already, and rechrist- ening him most nonchalantly. Sure, Just go ahead. Ships yours. New types? Cert. You'll find 'em. You're a new type to us. all right. yourself"
 Thanks" observed the sociological student, looking blandly about him. and apparently not in the least of tended by the sobriquet applied to him by Tank: or perhaps he merely thought better not to affect displeasure if he felt it. . Besides. Tank was meeting some one else now, and understanding that he was dismissed, he ambled stifiy of along the deck, a slim cane in one hand, the other clasping by turns his cigarette and his straw hat, which latter threatened continually to blo~ overheard. and looked as though it might take the owner with it. .-
 "Longshore Toms aboard" reported the Kid. who had acted as a sort of aide-de-camp to the great boss.
 That so?" said Tank. chewing at his cigar. "I been thinkin' about him. got a notion to give him that Food Inspectors job"
 After you threw him downstairs? queried the Kid in surprise.
 Sooner after than before, wouldn't I?" said Tank, with the air of one who announced a mighty principle of boss. ism.
 It was in the afternoon that Tank and Gimball met again. Tank was sit ting in the officers cabin, consuming mug of beer slowly. and still chewing at the inevitable cigar.
 Well, Goggle-eye, what do you think now?" the boss asked. throwing a wink at two or three of his compan- ions. Found any new types?"
 "Oh. indeed I did," " responded Mir. Gimball with enthusiasm. "Yes. And what perfect organization you have here, Somebody in charge everywhere and handling things with an orderli- ness and efficiency that is amazing, con sidering the quantity of intoxicating liquors that have been consumed"
 "Aw." said Tank deprecatingly, "just my way of handling things. that's all. Humans are easy handled when you organize 'em."
 The cabin straightway emptied itself and the boat listed heavily as the en- tire picnic party rushed to the rails to see the sight.
 Run up closer, SO we can get bet ter view" ordered Tank. and by that command came all the trouble that fol- lowed
 Whole crews drunk except the man at the wheel" responded the Kid. start ing up the ladder to the pilot house; " captain, first officer. second oficer, third, deckhands-all of 'em. Act like they never seen a little keg of beer before"
 Tank was at the rail.
 Look at her" he remarked loudly. Good Standard OH money burning up. What a shame. John D.'ll go to the poor-house now for that"
 The steamer was afiame from stem to stern. and her entire upper works going so that a deck load of oil in cases could be seen reeling into the sea with every pitch and roll. while the roar of the greedy flames eating steadily downward was plainly heard. The outgoing tide had carried the ship in big circle from her moorings. and she was crossing the bow of the Ad- nirdI Bisbee not more than two cable lengths away. The pilot. in response to Tanks orders. turned to starboard and swung clear round her, coming in closerNand closer in a narrowing circle. till the picnickers could feel the heat upon their cheeks.
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