One grain of consolation they did bear away with them, however. Mr. Sykes was able to assure them that there was small likelihood of the Court granting an _interim_ injunction. "The Judge will know that to stop the work at the mill, even temporarily, would mean a probably irreparable loss. He won't prejudge the case on an interlocutary proceeding. That will give you time to turn yourself round, Mr. Pinder, and I should say your best plan would be to look out for a mill lower down the stream, _below_ Mr. Tinker's. Then perhaps you can have a fling at him some fine day." "Eh! he's a deep 'un is Ned for all his quiet ways. Talks like a judge doesn't he? What's that word--inter summat?" "Interlocutory," said Tom. "An' just think 'at aw've cuffed that lad mony a time when aw've found him moonin abaat Fairbanks wi' a book i' his hand. It's just wonderful what education 'll do." It did not remain a secret in Holmfirth that the new Co-op was in Chancery--name of dread import. _Omne ignotum pro magnifico_. The utmost that even the fairly well-informed could tell about Chancery was that it was a bottomless pit from which there was no escape, or a kind of legal den where the lawyers fed on the oysters called estates, flinging out the shells for the suitors to quarrel or get reconciled over. That was the utmost; but it was enough. Tom called a private meeting of all the hands and told them the facts. Their first feeling was one of blank dismay, their next and abiding feeling one of dogged resistance. "It's the devil's plot, and hatched in hell," said the spokesman of the men who had money in the concern. "But we'll fight to the finish, an' bi what we'n heard abaat this here Chancery, th' finish 'll be abaat th' same time as th' Day o' Judgment." The news reached Dorothy through the faithful Betty. "Well, the law can't hurt Mr. Pinder if he's done nothing wrong," said her young mistress "The law is for evil-doers, and I suppose Mr. Pinder is not an evil-doer. He's a very innocent looking one if he is." "Ah! it's little yo' know about th' law, or me oather, come to that. But aw keep mi ears oppen an' they _do_ say,--" "Which, being interpreted, means 'Serjeant Ramsden of the County Constabulary,'" interrupted Dorothy, with an arch smile. "Well, what do they, _alias_ Serjeant Ramsden, say." "Why," answered Betty in no wise abashed. "He, aw meean they, say 'at it doesn't matter a brass farden i' Chancery whether a man's i' th' reight or th' wrang. It's th' longest purse at wins i' th' long run. Th' Serjeant says, miss, 'at if Tom wins i' one court yo'r uncle can peeal to a higher court, an' on an' on till it reaches th' Lord Hissen." "The Lords, you mean, perhaps, Betty." "Weil, it's all as one, for ought aw can see. It's naked we come into th' world, and naked we go aat on it, an aw reckon Tom 'll be stripped pretty stark afore th' case gets up to th' Lords."