"No," said Jim. "I don't. Just the other way. I'd like you to issue an
injunction that will go a little farther."

There was another short pause, and then Jim began explaining his plan. As
he explained and argued, the fire, which had been crackling cheerfully
when he came in, flickered more and more faintly, and it was but a fading
glow when that most informal session of the Circuit Court in chancery
sitting came to its conclusion.

"That's all right, then," said Jim at length, rising as he spoke.

"Yes," said the other. "We'll do it that way. Are you going right back to
Chicago, Mr. Weeks?"

"No," said Jim. "I shall be here for some time. From now on this fight
will be along the line of the road."



Mr. Wing was oppressed by a sense of his office boy's superiority. He read
disapprobation in the round-eyed stare, and even the cut-steel buttons,
though of Wing's own purveying, seemed arguslike in their critical
surveillance. He would have abolished them had he not felt that the boy
would understand the change. If the boy had only forgotten to copy letters
or had manifested an unruly desire to attend his relatives' funerals, his
employer would have been a happier man. As it was, he felt apologetic
every time he came in late or went out early.

The directors' meeting which Porter and Thompson had decided upon on