on to the county judge for high license saloons,
which was granted. This measure drove the tigers out of business, and
concentrated moonshine in the heart of the town, where its devotees
were under easy guard. One "tiger" only indeed was left, run by a
round-shouldered crouching creature whom Bob Berkley--now at Hale's
solicitation a policeman and known as the Infant of the Guard--dubbed
Caliban. His shanty stood midway in the Gap, high from the road, set
against a dark clump of pines and roared at by the river beneath.
Everybody knew he sold whiskey, but he was too shrewd to be caught,
until, late one afternoon, two days after young Dave's arrest, Hale
coming through the Gap into town glimpsed a skulking figure with a
hand-barrel as it slipped from the dark pines into Caliban's cabin. He
pulled in his horse, dismounted and deliberated. If he went on down the
road now, they would see him and suspect. Moreover, the patrons of the
tiger would not appear until after dark, and he wanted a prisoner or
two. So Hale led his horse up into the bushes and came back to a covert
by the roadside to watch and wait. As he sat there, a merry whistle
sounded down the road, and Hale smiled. Soon the Infant of the Guard
came along, his hands in his pockets, his cap on the back of his head,
his pistol bumping his hip in manly fashion and making the ravines echo
with his pursed lips. He stopped in front of Hale, looked toward the
river, drew his revolver and aimed it at a floating piece of wood. The
revolver cracked, the piece of wood skidded on the surface of the water
and there was no splash.

"That was a pretty good shot," said Hale in a low voice. The boy whirled
and saw him.

"Well-what are you--?"

"Easy--easy!" cautioned Hale. "Listen! I've just seen a moonshiner go
into Caliban's cabin." The boy's eager eyes sparkled.

"Let's go after him."

"No, you go on back. If you don't, they'll be suspicious. Get another
man"--Hale almost laughed at the disappointment in the lad's face at his
first words, and the joy that came after it--"and climb high above the
shanty and come back here to me. Then after dark we'll dash in and cinch
Caliban and his customers."

"Yes, sir," said the lad. "Shall I whistle going back?" Hale nodded
approval.

"Just the same." And off Bob went, whistling like a calliope and not
even turning his head to look at the cabin. In half an hour Hale thought
he heard something crashing through the bushes high on t