which he polished off his antagonist in an “all in” barroom scrap earned the respect of that rough community. Another incident, however, raised him even higher in their estimation.
Just at the crowded hour one night, the door opened and a man entered with the quiet blue uniform and peaked cap of the mine police. This was a special body raised by the railways and colliery owners to supplement the efforts of the ordinary civil police, who were perfectly helpless in the face of the organized ruffianism which terrorized the district. There was a hush as he entered, and many a curious glance was cast at him; but the relations between policemen and criminals are peculiar in some parts of the States, and McGinty himself, standing behind his counter, showed no surprise when the policeman enrolled himself among his customers.
“A straight whisky; for the night is bitter,” said the police officer. “I don’t think we have met before, Councilor?”
“You’ll be the new Captain?” said McGinty.
“That’s so. We’re looking to you, Councilor, and to the other leading citizens, to help us in
