The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1918-02-21
the P.-L. On the fifth page was 4
little story that gave him his clue.
ELLIOT TO INVESTIGATE
MACDONALD COAL CLAIMS

been clear-listed fer patent by Harold
3. 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 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 Selfridge, 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. II done bust my laig, Mr.. Sell
fish," he groaned. 1t was one of his
pleasant ways to affect a difficulty Of
hearing and a 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 trifle irritated.
Holt put cupped hand to his ear
anxiously. "Shellfish, did you say?
Tha' g right. How come I to forget1
The old mans going pretty fast, Mr..
Shellfish. No more memory than a
jackrabbit. Say, Mr.. Shellfish, what's
the idee Of all this here back-tO-the-
people movement, as the old sayin' is?'
II don't know what you mean. And
my name is Selfridge, tell you"
snapped the owner of that name.
"'Course I amt got no more sense
than the law allows. I'm buzzard
haid, but me I kinder got to millin' it
over and in respect to these here local
improvements, as you might say, I'm
docgoned if sabe the whyfor."'
"Just some business changes"
Holt showed his tobacco-stafned
teeth in a grin splenetic. "Oh. That's
all. 1 didn't know but what you
might be expecting visitor"
Selfridge flashed a sharp sidelong
glance at him. "What do you mean-a
visitor?"
II just got notion mebbe you might
be looking for one, Mr.. Pelfrich. Like
as not you amt fixing up for this Cor
don Elliot a-tall."
Wally had no comeback, unless 1t
was one to retOrt in ironic admiration.
you're wonder, Holt. Pity you don't
start a 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 al
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 we'll
kill two birds. He's back on his as.
sessment work. The time limit will be
up before he returns and we'll start q
contest for the claim"
Rowland made no comment. He was
IN engineer and not 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
firm believer in 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. 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 al, the cabin door. Al
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?
"We're 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 flattering. "What do want to
go on wild-goose mush with a bunch
of buns for?" he shrilled.
Bill Macy scratched his hook nose
and looked reproachfully at his host
At least Holt thought he was looking
ut him. One could not be sure, fol
Bills eyes did not exactly track.
whats the use Of swapping at me
like turtle? burden says Wild Goose
looks fine. There's gold up there
heaps of it,
"Let 1t stay there, then. I amt
going. That's fiat" Holt turned to
adjust the damper Of his stove.
"Oh. don't know. / wouldn't say
that" drawled Bill insolently.
The man Mt the stove caught the
change in tone and turned quickly. He