Arizona republican., 1911-11-26

But the Sergeant paid no attention to what the old man was saying. With out pause, Farrell had kept on swiftly toward the steer, merely giv ing a peremptory shout which at tracted its attention. Twenty yards from the steer, without slackenine pace, he stepped into the street and still walked quickly toward it. The steer, recognizing another enemy, slared at him for one threatening sec. ond. The sight of its statue-like pose. of the rigid tail held out stifiy from the spine, of the strings of froth fall. ing from the mouth, brought forth screams of terror for the officer from the women gathered at the second story windows. Even the Sergeant yelled a caution down the block, al though he realized it would be futile.
 For just one instant the steer held its pose. Policeman Farrell was within twenty-five feet of him and suddenly halted, throwing up the arm in which he held his revolver. Even as he did so, the steers head dropped for the charge, its tail rose high above its back and the muscles of its Hanks frightened, as it prepared to plunge for ward.
 But the leap was never taken. Pc liceman Farrell had brought his re- yolver forward at the end of his eX- tended arm in the manner of target shooting, taught him in the police gal lery. The wild below which marked the steers impulse to charge was min. gled with the sharp crack of smokeless powder from the officers 3S. And with just enough force in it's contracting muscles to hurl its huge bulk forward, a limp mass. upon it's nose, the steer dropped, the bullet hole almost imper- ceptible in the long hair of its fore head. Then the prOstrate bulk gave one moaning sigh, and, with a last stitching of the mud-stained limbs, gasped out its life.
 Hardly had the echo of the shot died away, when the carcass was sur rounded by an eager crowd, the men explaining why they had run, and those attracted by the report from around corners demanding shrilly what had happened. The girls from the garment-working factories of the neighborhood swarmed out, in a de lighted sense of half-terror. and looked admiringly at Policeman Farrell. who perfectly unconcerned. but with note of complacence in his voice, explained how he had first seen the steer when two blocks away.
 Il saw him take a poke at you" he remarked as he slipped another cart ridge into his revolver. nodding his head al the man who had been the steers first object of attack, and it's a good thing he wasn't one of those shOrt-hOrned Herefords we've been having shipped here lately. He'd have gone through that door right after you, sure. His horn stopped him."
 The man twirled his mustache in this reflected glory and commenced giving voluble descriptions of his ex- perience. But Farrell seeing that two mounted emissaries from the stock yards were already on hand. turned and walked toward the station.
 He made his report on the occur renee, smiling as the Sergeant compli- mented him. His superior officer even clumsily tried to explain his own non- appearance on the scene.
 It's perhaps a good thing" said Farrell, consolingly; it would have been, perhaps. natural for you, if you'd had your gun, to fire al him when he charged that time. An it's mighty hard 10 stop big brute like that with a shot in the side It might just have made him mad, and he might have gone off on a tear all through the district"
 And the Sergeant, well pleased with this partial excuse for his not having his weapon always at hand as the rules required. merely got his revolver from the Lieutenant's locker at the earliest possible moment and turned in com mandatory report of Farrell's deed.
 Its glad I am to see this man has somethin' in him." unused Captain Hagerty that evening, as he read the report, the while passing a hand over his clean-shaven chin. 'I was afeard of what he might do with that ConnOr gang up on the next block. But he's started off we'll"
 In fact, when Farrell had first been assigned to his precinct two days be- fore, Captain Hagerty had been sorely perplexed. Lying as his station did. in one of the toughest regions of the city. his officers at times were called upon to put forth their every ounce of phys ical and moral effort to handle some of the turbulent characters which in- fested the region. Like many another district of its sort, it was hot-bed of politics And diplomacy was required in handling some cases, even if these were clear infractions of the law. Far rell's readiness with gun he fan cied, might save him much trouble if he did not let his inclination run too far that way-if it did, the Captain reflected grimly. there was a certainty of trouble and plenty of it.
 His belief that the episode in which the patrolman had just figured would help the officers standing came partly true. The man who had been charged by the steer was a resident of the dis trict and spoke highly of Farrelfs rush into danger-his tale magnifying the event in all details so as to emphasize his own part and the coolness he had shown in escaping. By the time the tale had permeated the district, Far rell was a subject of much curiosity to the Connor gang who made "BenS