" The "tiger" is a little shanty with an ever-open mouth--a
hole in the door like a post-office window. You place your money
on the sill and, at the ring of the coin, a mysterious arm emerges
from the hole, sweeps the money away and leaves a bottle of white
whiskey. Thus you see nobody's face; the owner of the beast is
safe, and so are you--which you might not be, if you saw and told.
In every little hollow about the Gap a tiger had his lair, and
these were all bearded at once by a petition 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.
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