The Adair County news., 1918-01-09
ELLIOT TO INVESTIGATE
MACDONALD COAL CLAIMS

MACDONALD COAL CLAIMS
The reopening of the controversy as
to the Macdonald claims, which had
been clear-lsted for patent by Harold
B. Winton, the Commissioner of the
General Land Office, takes on another
phase with the appointment of Gordon
Elliot as special field agent to examine
the validity of the holdings. The new
field agent won a reputation by his
work in unearthing the Oklahoma
Gold Brick land frauds.
Elliot leaves Seattle in the Queen
CITY Thursday for the North, where
he will make a thorough investigation
of the whole situation with view to
clearing up the matter definitely. II
his report is favorable to the claimants
the patents will be granted without
further delay.
This was too good to keep. Holt
pulled on his boots and went out to
twit such of the enemy as he might
meet. It CHANGED that the first of them
was SeIfridge. whom he had not seen
since his arrival, though he knew the
little man was in camp.
"How goes it, Holt? Fine and
dandy, eh?" inquired Wally with the
professional geniality he affected.
The old miner shook his head dole
fully. 81 done bust my laig, Mr.. Sell
fish" he groaned. 1t was one of his
pheasant ways to affect a difficulty of
| hearing and dullness of understand
| ing. so that he could legitimately call
people by distorted versions of their
| names. "The old man don't amount to
much nowadays"
Nothing to that, Gid. You're young
er than you ever were, judging by your
| looks"
"Then my looks lie to beat the devil,
Mr. Selfish"
MY name is Selfridge," explained
Wally, a trife irritated.
Holt put q cupped hand to his car
anxiOusly. "Shellfish, did you say?
| Tha' s right. How come l to forget?
| The old mans going pretty fast, Mr..
Sheufsh. No more memory than a
| iackrabbit. Say. Mr.. Shellfish, what's
the idee of all this here back-tO-the-
| people movement. as the old sayin' is?"
81 don't know what you mean. And
my name is Selfridge, I tell you"
! snapped the owner of that name.
"'COurse I amt got no more sense
! than the law allows. I'm a buzZard
haid, but me kinder got to millin' it
over and in respect to these here local
improvements, as you might say, I'm
dOggOned if l sabe the whyfOr."
Just some business changes"
Holt showed his tObaccO-Stained
teeth in grin splenetic. "Oh. That's
all. l didn't know but what you
| might be expecting q visitor"
Selfridge flashed a sharp sidelOng
glance at him. "What do you mean-a
visitOr?'
81 just got a notion mebbe you might
be looking for one, Mr., Pelfrich. Like
as not you aii't fixing up for this Cor
don Elliot a-tall."
Wally had no comeback, unless it
was one to retOrt in irOnic admiration.
you're a wonder, Holt. Pity you don't
start q detective bureau"
The old man went away cackling.
If Selfridge had held any doubts be-
fore, he discarded them now. Holt
would wreck the whole enterprise,
were he given a chance. It would never
do to let Elliot meet and talk with him.
He knew too much, and he was eager
to tell all he knew.
MacdOnald's lieutenant got busy at
once with plans to abduct Holt. ''We'll
send the old man off on a prospecting
trip with some of the boys" explained
Selfridge to Rowland. "That way Wen
! kill two birds. He's back on his az
seSSment work. The time limit will be
up before he returns and we'll start a
contest for the claim"
Rowland made no comment. He was
an engineer and not a politician. In
his position 1t was impossible for him
not to know that a good deal about
the legal status of the Macdonald
claims was irregular. But he was
a firm believer in a wide-open Alaska,
in the use of the territory by those
who had settled it.
Better arrange it with Big Bill,
then, but don't tell me anything about
it. 1 don't want to know the Details
he told Selfridge.
Big Bill Macy accepted the job with
grin. He had never liked old Holt,
anyhow. Besides, they were not going
to do him any harm.
Holt was baking a match of sour
dough bread that evening when there
came a knock at the cabin door. At
sight of Big Bill and his two compan-
ions the prOspectOr closed the oven
and Strengthened with alert suspicion.
He was not on visiting terms with any
of these men. Why had they come to
see him?
Were going prospecting up Wild
Goose creek, and we want you to &C
along, Gid" explained Macy. you're
an old sour-dough miner, and VEAL
agree we'd like to have you throw in
with us. What say?"
The old miners answer was direct
but not f1attering. "What do I want to
go on q wild-goose mush with q bunch
of buns for?" he shrilled.
Bill Macy scratched his hook nose
and looked reproachfully at his host.