Limited. Jim smiled. "They're mighty anxious to know what I'm doing," he
thought.

Judge Grey did not go away on vacations. He was a homely man, with a large
family, and he took serious views of life. He was country bred, and he had
never outgrown a certain rusticity of appearance. It was said that his
wife always cut his hair, and the concentric circles made by the neatly
trimmed ends lent verisimilitude to the tale that she began at the crown
with a butter dish to guide her scissors, then extended the diameter of
her circle by using next a saucer, and last a soup bowl.

The Judge greeted Jim warmly, invited him into the library, and sat down
to hear what he had to say. Jim told him almost without reservation the
story of the fight for the possession of M. & T., beginning with his large
investment in the road and his election to the presidency of it. He did
not try to make a good story; he told what had happened as simply and
briefly as possible, and he interested Judge Grey. Part of it was already
known to him, and part filled in gaps in his knowledge. To him it was the
story of an honest struggle for something worth struggling for. When it
came to the latest move, and Jim without comment handed him Black's
injunction, the Judge's wrath flamed out.

"That's an outrage!" he exclaimed. "It's just a legal hold-up."

"Possibly," said Jim. "It was the best move they could make, though. But,"
he went on after a short pause, "I've got the right in this business, and
I want you to help me."

"You want me to dissolve the injunction, I suppose," said the Judge,
cautiously.