Judge Garretson dissolved the injunction in due course. What is more, he roasted the petitioning parties who had entered his court "with flimsy and fraudulent pretexts." There was a righteous flavor to his eloquence that would have been worthy of a better cause. Nevertheless, that same evening Lucas Smith collected his price from Ed and delivered his bonds.
I turned to Slocum, who was with me in court when the decision was handed down, and said jubilantly:—
"That worked. They can't touch us now! I guess we've seen the end of this business."
Slocum demurred still.
"Maybe, but I doubt it. You don't think that Frost and his pals are going to sit quiet after such a roast? They will nose around to find out who sold them out."
But I did not pay much heed to the lawyer's fears.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE STRIKE