Arizona republican., 1911-04-03
DANIEL TANK, JUNGLE BEAST By p. C. Macfarlane. Copyright, 1909. by tke Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
Copyright, 1909. by rze Pearson Pub
By P. C. MacfarIane.

yet! asked Tom with simple direct ness, after an interval of silence.
 Yes" said Tank, as simply.
 Who got it?" he questioned after another interval, as of man in whose mind ideas displaced each other with provoking slowness.
 "I give 1t to Reddy Halloran," re- piled Tank with good-humored indul- gence.
 Tom was thinking again, his stolid eye resting steadily on the great, beavy-bellied figure of the boss.
 "'S all right" said Tom finally. swal- lowing hard, as If resolutely repressing one idea and preparing to disgorge an- other "'S all right But, say, wanna have that Food Inspectors job. Can I?" He forced his plea bluntly.
 The Food Inspector was a new official just provided by the council. The sal ary was s3.000. The graft was worth $5.000 or more. But the half of this would go to Tank The rest of 1t looked good to most people, however, and made 1t one of the plums None yet had been so bold as to ask for it. Tank was picking the man carefully some one he could trust absolutely Some one attached to him personally and not attachable to any one else whom he alone could corrupt: a bark less bulldog, who would set his teeth in when ordered, say nothing or talk in grunts, and-hold on. A man who. would shut up the Union Stock Yards If need be. and never flick an eyelid- just shut them up and wait, and wait and wait until he got his. Was Tom the man? For Orear's job? No. It would be laughable. But for this: Perhaps; but Tank did not know him well enough. There were reasons for trusting him and others equally good for distrusting him.
 "Can I?" pleaded the longshoreman duly. stupidly, with coarse insistence in the eyes he fixed on the boss.
 No" answered Tank. frankly and just as bluntly. yet running a seeing eye over the ungainly giant and realiz- ing that there were possibilities in the man which by superior savagery he might utilize some day for his own purposes. True. the mans method was ominous. He did not consult He re- fiected by himself and then came and demanded.
 why?" asked Longshore Tom, still stolidly.
 Because. Tom, you're too raw-your works too coarse-now. and besides. don't know you enough. Go back and graft on the navvies till your touch gets finer. and then come back and there1l be something better for you"
 This was Tanks way with the un- tanned. frank to the very marrow Tom had leaned forward slowly as the words wsre spoken. and for a moment there was a vacant look on his face till with his slow mind he had sensed their meaning Then light of understand Ing broke on his face
 Huh, You won't give 1t to me? Then" said he. speaking with meas ured deliberation, "Tll lick hell out of you''
 Tank was the superior in cunning. He saw what was coming. divined 1t before the words were uttered. and had no intention of a physical encounter of serious proportions. His fighting days were somewhat drawing to a close He no longer invited to physical combat He was shorter of wind and preferred that others should do his bruising for him. Still he dared and was no coward. and quicker than the gigantic longshoreman could think or set himself. an avalanche of flying legs and arms and mountainous flesh struck him. everywhere at once. and he went backward as though shot from a gun, struck with slightly doubled body the frail wooden door closed behind him. and went through it with resistless crash.
 They within heard him roll and clat- ter half way down the stairs to the turn. where he brought up with re- thud. The henchmen of Tank looked from one to the other in silent respect for the prowess of their chief Reddy tiptoed toward the gap ing aperture in the door and peeped down to where Tom could be heard swearing slowly. refectively, as he picked himself up. Then he remounted the stairs once more. slowly, step by step. till he stood almost at the top. and looked in. his gaunt ragged face framed f1ttingly in the ragged fringe | of panelling that remained of the door. l
 You got - me - that - time - Dan" he said with his patient. unre- sentful utterance; but I'll get you | - this - blamed irish l too-you-see,
 Then he turned and dumped sol smnly downstairs.
 All stood silent till the echo of his footsteps had died away Then ReddJ | Halloran snickered derisively, while Bud Hawkins. alias the Pop-eyed Kid. I Toe Grim and Ed Mears laughed in broad haw-haws As for Tank. he 'miled grimly and led the way down he stairs. kicking the wreck of the broken door out of the way as he went.
 An hour later the AdmiroI Bisbee. II iags flying. whistles blowing, band II playing. loud voices ringing with .heers and excited, hysterical laugh CT of men. women and children. pulled out into the stream and turned town the bay for a straightaway run ,ast long wharves. ship yards. re- lneries and the like, for the open vater
 Tank stood for a time on the upper acl- forward Haro hiS frioDdS and