“Under cover of a protest from citizens living along the line of the new road, an injunction was gotten out staying all work; the matter was carried into the courts, where it has been hanging fire ever since.” “But,” put in Mason, “a decision was rendered in favour of the City Company less than a week ago.” “I know that; and in that decision the new move of the Motor people had its birth. The long delay, the cost of fighting the case and all that, pretty well drained the resources of the City people, who were none too rich to begin with. And a time limit was put upon the building of the line at the time the franchise was granted. The time specified will shortly expire and the road is but half built. The Motor Company intends to put unlimited money into the next local election in order to elect a majority in both branches of councils favourable to revoking the franchise on the ground of failure to live up to their contract.” “Why, this is infamous!” exclaimed Mason. “How could the road be built in the time specified when the courts prevented their working upon it?” Kerrigan shrugged his shoulders. “The Motor Company want that franchise and it is not at all particular about how it is gotten.” The two young men rose and made their way to the sidewalk. “I understand,” said Mason, as he sprang the catch of the office door, “when the new company was organized that the stock was mostly taken up in small lots by small store-keepers and people with accounts in saving banks.” “That’s true,” answered Kerrigan; “and that’s what makes the company easy game.” A heavy team swung up to the curb and a square-jawed young fellow climbed down from his seat. A battered, drink-sodden man tremulously clutched him by the arm and began mumbling incoherently. The teamster slipped him a nickel and gave him a helpful shove down the street; then he approached and said to Mason: “There’s a lot o’ stuff up at Shed B for youse people. Shannon wants t’ know when ye want it hauled.” “Ah, yes,” replied Mason. “We received the notice late this afternoon. Tell Shannon to have it here the first thing in the morning.” “Good enough!” The driver was about to turn away when Kerrigan exclaimed: “Hello, Larry! What’s doing?” “Hello, Johnnie,” greeted the other. “I didn’t know youse.” “Who’s your friend?” questioned Kerrigan, nodding toward the receding form of the tramp. “Oh, just a guy what braced me for a nickel so’s he could hang up his hat on the inside of a wall. He said it’s been so long since he covered his stilts wit’ a sheet that he forgets what it feels like.” “What did you say?” “I told him that I was workin’ this side o’ the street meself. Say, it’s a big t’ing when a guy kin dig down in his pants an’ produce a roll that would stop a window; but the minute I run up against a bundle o’ rags me vest buttons is in danger. Say, Johnnie, was youse ever strapped?” Kerrigan confessed that he had been.