"Wait!" commanded the rival. "I have here an injunction
commanding this fellow to stop work. I have bought the right to
banner this location, and he has stepped in and taken it away
from me."
"Is this right?" demanded the sergeant, appealing to the
storekeeper, whom he knew well.
"No, it's all wrong. That man has bought nothing. He left
his money on my counter after I had sold my wall to this
young man here."
"Is this right?" repeated the sergeant turning to Phil.
"I am inclined to think it is. If that man has obtained an
injunction, he has done so by false representation. Here is my
contract, properly signed, giving us the right to put up our
banners, and that is exactly what we are going to do in spite of
all the police in the state. You can't stop us. You had better
not try."
The sergeant glanced over the paper and scratched his head.
He was at a loss what to do. At that moment a lieutenant came
running up, demanding to know what the trouble was about.
The sergeant explained, handing the contract to his superior.
After perusing it, the lieutenant passed the paper back to Phil.
"You can't stop this man as long as he is not disturbing
the peace. That fellow's injunction is not worth the paper
it is written on. This is a contract as plain as the nose
on your face.
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