“But that would take a long time; it wouldn't save the men in the mine.”
“What might save them would be the threat of it.” MacKellar put in. “I don't think any threat of Dick Barker's would count for that much. The bosses know they could stop him.”
“Well, isn't there somebody else? Shouldn't I try the courts?”
“What courts?”
“I don't know. You tell me.”
“Well,” said the Scotchman, “to begin at the bottom, there's a justice of the peace.”
“Who's he?”
“Jim Anderson, a horse-doctor. He's like any other J.P. you ever knew—he lives on petty graft.”
“Is there a higher court?”
“Yes, the district court; Judge Denton. He's the law-partner of Vagleman, counsel for the 'G. F. C.' How far would you expect to get with him?”