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MOUNTAIN VIEW TRIBUNB-PROORESS
THE YUKON TRAIL
An Alaskan Love Story
By WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE
Copyright, William Macleod Raine
ELLIOT FINOS HIMSELF IN A SERIOUS PREDICAMENT AS
RESULT OF A REMARKABLE CHAIN
OF CIRCUMSTANCES.
Synopsis.—As u representative of the government Gordon Elliot Is
on his wny to Alusku to investigate coal claims. On the boat he meets
and becomes Interested In a fellow passenger whom he learns Is Sheba
O’Neill, also “going In." Colby Macdonald, active head of the land-
grabbing syndicate under Investigation, comes uboard. Elliot and Mac-
donald become in a measure friendly. Landing ut Kusluk, Elliot finds
that old friends of his, Mr. and Mrs. I’aget, are the people whom Shobu
has come to visit. Mrs. I’aget Is Sheba’s couslu. At dinner Elliot
reveals to Macdonald the object of his coming to Alaska. The two men,
naturally antagonistic, now also become rivals for the hand of Sheba.
Macdonald, foreseeing failure of his financial plans If Elliot learns the
facts, sends Selfrldge, his right-hand man, to Knmatlah to arrange mat-
ters so that Elliot will be deceived as to the true situation. Elliot also
leaves for Kamatlah and, wandering from the trail, believes that he
faces deuth. Selfridge, on his arrival at Knmatlah, has his agents ab-
duct Gideon Holt, old-time miner, who knows too much about Mac-
donald’s activities. Elliot wanders Into the camp where Holt is held u
prisoner. The two men, overpowering the kidnapers, return to Kamat-
lah, where Elliot learns the truth about the coal land <|enls. On the
way back to Kuslak, Elliott meets a squaw, Meteetse, with her child
who, Elliot learns, is Macdonald’s son. Soon after his return, Elliot
leurns that Macdonald and Sheba have become enguged. Genevieve
Mallory, a dashing widow, who is determined to win Macdonuld,
causes Meteetse, with her child, to visit Sheba and tell her story.
She dismisses Macdonald, who blames Elliot for Meteetse’s visit.
Macdonald sends word to Elliot that he will kill him if he does not
leave town.
CHAPTER XIII.—Continued.
His companion flashed a look of
Warning at him and explained that
they were going down the river to look
for work outside of the district.
Suddenly Trelawney broke loose
and began to curse Macdonald with a
bitterness that surprised the govern-
ment agent. What struck him most,
though, was the obvious anxiety of
Northrup to quiet his partner and to
.gloss over what he had said.
Elliot bought an automatic revolver
next morning and a box of cartridges.
He was not looking for trouble, but he
Intended to be prepared for It when
trouble came looking for him. In th$
afternoon he walked out of town and
practiced shooting at tin cans for
half an hout. On his way back he
met Peter Paget.
The engineer came straight to the
subject in his mind.
’’Selfridge came to see me lost night.
He told me about the trouble between
you and Macdonald, Gordon. You must
leave town till he cools down. Mac-
donald is a bad man with a gat.”
“Is he? There’ll be no trouble of
my making. But if he starts any I’ll
be there. Macdonald doesn’t own the
•earth, you know. I’ve been sent up
here by Uncle Sam on business, and
you can bet your last dollar I’ll stay
on the Job till I’m through."
“Of course you’ve got to finish your
Job. But it doesn’t all have to be done
right here. Just for a week or two—”
“Tell your friend something else
while you’re on the subject. If I drop
him, I go scot free because he is inter-
fering with me on duty. Til put Self-
ridge on the stand to prove It. But
"Macdonald Is a Bad Man With a
Gat.”
If he should kill me, his last chnnce for
getting the Macdonald claims patented
would be gone. The public would raise
such a howl that the administration
would have to throw your friend and
the Guttenchilds overboard to save
Itself. I know that—and Macdonald
knows It. So he stands to lose either
way.”
Paget knew this was true. But he
could not drop the subject without
one more appeal.
“He’s not sore at you about the
claims. You know that. It’s'because
you brought the squaw up the river to
see Sheba.”
“I didn’t bring her—hadn’t a thing
to do with that. I don’t know who
brought her, though I could give a good
guess.”
A gleam of hope showed in the eye
of the engineer. “You didn’t bring
her? Diane said you threatened—”
“Maybe I did say I would. Anyhow,
I thought better of It. But Tm glad
someone had the sense to tell Miss
O’Neill the truth."
“Who do you think brought her?"
“I’m not thinking on that subject
out loud."
“But if you could show Mac—”
“That’s up to you. I’ll not lift a
finger. I didn’t start this war and I’m
not making any peace overtures.”
“You’re as obstinate as the devil,"
smiled Peter, but In his heart he ad-
mired the dourness of his friend.
The engineer went to Macdonald and
gave a deleted version of his talk with
Elliot. The Scotsman listened, a bit-
ter, incredulous smile on his face.
"Says he didn't bring her, does he?
Tell him from me that he lies. Your
wife let out to me by accident that he
threatened to bring her. Meteetse and
he came up on the boat together. He
was with her at your house when she
told her story. He’s trying to save his
hide. No chance.”
“Elliot isn’t a liar. When he says he
didn’t bring the woman, that satisfies
me. I know he didn’t do It," insisted
Paget stiffly.
"Different here. Who else had any
Interest in bringing her except him?
Nobody. Use your brains, Peter. He
takes the first boat down the river. He
comes back on the next one. She
comes back, too. They couldn’t figure
I’d be at your house when they
showed up there to tell the story.
That’s where Mr. Elliot slipped up.”
Peter was of different stuff from
Selfrldge. He had something to say.
So he said it.
“Times have changed, Mac. You
can’t shoot down this fellow without
making all kinds of trouble. First
thing, we’d lose our claims. The ad-
ministration would drop you like a hot
potato if you did a thing like that.
Sheba would never speak to you again.
Your friends would know in their
hearts it was murder. You can’t do it.”
Macdonald’s Jaw clamped. “Then
let him get out. That’s my last word
to him.”
CHAPTER XIV.
Ambushed.
Colby Macdonald, In miner’s boots
and corduroy working suit, stood be-
side his horse with one arm thrown
carelessly across its rump. He was
about to start for Seven Mile Creek
camp with $2,700 In the saddlebags to
pay the men there.
Diane whs talking with him. “She’s
young and fine and spirited. Of course
It was a great shock to her. She had
been Idealizing you. But I think she
is beginning to understand things bet-
ter. At any rate, she does not hate
you any more. Give the girl time.”
“You think she will—be reasonable?”
“I don’t know. But I’m sure of one
thing. She’ll not be reasonable, as you
call it, unless you are reasonable."
“You mean—Elliot?”
“Yes. She likes him very much. Do
you know thnt when the Indian woman
came he urged Sheba not to listen to
her story?”
"Sounds likely—after he had spent
his good money bringing her here,"
sneered the mine owner.
“He didn’t. Gordon is a splendid fel-
low. He wouldn't lie," answered Di-
ane hotly. “And one thing is sure—If
you lay a finger on him for this, It will
be fntal with Sheba. She will be
through with you.”
Macdonald had thought of this be-
fore. It had been coming to him from
several different angles that he could
not afford to gratify his desire to wipe
this meddlesome young official from
his path. He made a slow, sulky
promise.
“All right. Til let him alone. Peter
can tell him."
Swinging to the saddle, he spurred
his horso and cantered away. Ills
mind was full of the problem that had
come Into his life. He rode abstract-
edly, bo that he waa at the lower ford
of the creek almost before lie knew It.
A bilberry thicket struggled down to
the opposite hank of the stroum on
both sides of the road.
The horse splnshed through the ford
and took the little rise beyond with a
rush. Just before reaching the brow
of the hill, the animal stumbled and
fell. As Its rider went headlong, he
! caught a glimpse of u cord drawn tuut
across the path.
Macdonald, shaken by the fall, began
slowly to rise. From the shadows of
the bilberry bushe* two stooping flg-
He Was Fighting Desperately.
ures rushed at him. He threw up an
arm to ward off the club aimed at his
head, but succeeded only in breaking
the force of the blow. As he staggered
back stunned, a bullet glanced along
his forehead and l%lged a furrow
through the thick hair. A second
stroke of the club jarred him to the
heels.
Though his mind was not clear, his
body answered automatically the in- j
stlnct that told him to close with his
assailants. He lurched forward and
gripped one, wrestling with him for
the revolver. Vaguely he knew by the
sharp, Jagged shoots of pain that the
second man was beating his head with
a club. The warm blood dripped
through his hair and blinded his eyes.
Dazed and shaken, he yet managed to
get the revolver from the man who had
It. But It was his last effort. He was
too far gone to use it. A blow on the
forehead brought him unconscious to
the ground bleeding from a dozen
wounds.
On his way back to Seven Mile Creek
camp Gordon Elliot rode down to the
ford. In the dusk he was almost upon
them before the robbers heard him.
For a moment the two men stood gaz-
ing at him and he at the tragedy be-
fore him. One of the men moved
toward his horse.
“Stop there!” ordered Gordon sharp-
ly, and reached for his revolver.
The man—It was the miner North-
rup—jumped for Elliot and the field
agent fired. Another moment and he
was being dragged from the saddle.
What happened next was never clear
to him. He knew that both of the
bandits closed in on him and that he
was fighting desperately against odds.
The revolver had been knocked from
his hand and he fought with bare fists
just as they did.
They quartered over the ground, for
Gordon would not let either of them
get behind him. They were larger
than he, heavy, muscle-bound giants
of great strength, but he was far more
active on his feet. He Jabbed and
sidestepped and retreated. More than
once their heavy blows crashed on
his face. His eyes dared not wander
from them for an instunt, but he was
working toward a definite plan. As he
moved his feet were searchiug for the
automatic he had dropped.
One of his feet, dragging over the
ground, came into contact with the
steel. With a swift side kick Gordon
flung the weapon a dozen feet to the
left. Presently, watching his stance,
he made a dive for it.
Trelawney, followed by Northrup,
turned and ran. One of them caught
Macdonald's horse by the bridle. He
swung to the saddle and the other man
clambered on behind. There was a
clatter of hoofs and they were gone.
Elliot stooped over the battered body
that lay huddled at the edge of the
water. So badly had the face been
beaten and hammered that It was not
until he had washed the blood from
the wounds that Gordon recognized
Macdonald.
Opening the coat of the insensible
man, Gordon put his hand against the
heart. He could not be sure whether
he felt It beating or whether the throb-
bing came from the pulses la his finger
tips. As well as he could he bound up
the wounds with handkerchiefs, and
stanched tho bleeding. With Ice-cold
water from the stream ho drenched
the bruised face. A ,faint sigh quiv-
ered through tho slack, Inert body.
Gordon hoisted Mucdonald ucross
the snddle and led the horse through
the ford. He wulked beside the animal
to town, and never hud two miles
seemed to him bo far. With one hand
he steadied the helpless body thnt lay
like n sack of flour balanced In the
trough of the snddle.
Kuslak at Inst lay below him, and
when he descended tin* hill to the sub-
urbs nlmost the first house was the one
where the Pagets lived.
Elliot threw the body across Ids
shoulder and walked up the walk to
tho porch. He kicked upon the door
with his foot. Sheba answered the
knock, and at sight of what lie car-
ried the color faded from her face.
"Macdonald has been hurt—badly,"
he explained quickly.
"Tills wny," the girl cried, and led
him to her own room.
“Get Diane—and a doctor," ordered
Gordon after lie had laid the uncon-
scious man on the white sheet.
While lie and l>lane undressed the
mine owner Shelia got a doctor on the
telephone. Tile wounded man opened
his eyes after a long time, but there
was la them the glpzc of delirium, lie
recognized none of them. All night
he raved, and bis delirious talk went
back to the wild scenes of ids earlier
life. Sometimes he swore savagely;
again he made quiet, deadly threats;
but always ills talk was crisp and
denn and vigorous. Nothing foul or
slimy came to the surface In those'
hours of unconscious babbling.
Tlie doctor would make no promises.
“He's a mighty sick man. The cuts
are deep, and the hammering must
have Jarred Ills brain terribly. If II
was anybody but Macdonald, I wouldn't
give him a chance," he told Diane
when he left In the morning to gel
brenkfnst. "But Mnedonnld has tre-
mendous vitality. Of course If he lives
It will be because Mr. Elliot brought
him In so soon.”
Gordon walked with the doctor ns
far ns the hotel. A brown, thin,
leathery man undrnped himself from
a chair In the lobby when Elliot opened
the door. He wns officially known ns
the chief of police of Kuslak. Inci-
dentally he constituted the whole po-
lice force. Generally he wns referred
to as Gopher Jones on account of his
habit of spasmodic prospecting.
“I got to put you under arrest, Mr.
Elliot," he explained.
“What for?’ demnnded Gordon, sur-
prised.
“Doc thinks It will run to murder.
I reckon.”
The field agent was startled. “You
mean—Macdonald?”
The brown man chewed his quid
steadily. “You done guessed it.".
“That’s absurd, you know. What
evidence have you got?”
"First off, you'd had trouble with
him. It was common talk that when
you and Mac met, guns were going to
pop. You bought nn automatic re-
volver two days ago. You was seen
practicing with It."
“He had threatened me.”
“You want to be careful what you
say, Mr. Elliot. It will be used against !
you.” Gopher shot a squirt of to-
bacco unerringly at the open door of
the stove. “You wns seen talking
with Trelawney and Northrup. Money
passed from you to them."
“I gave them a loan of ten dollars
each because they Were broke. Is thnt
criminal?" demanded Gordon angrily.
“That’s your story. You'll git n
chnnce to tell it to the jury, I shouldn’t
wonder. Mebbe they’ll believe It. You
never can tell."
"Believe it! Why, you muttonhead,
I found him where he was bleeding to
death and brought him in."
“That’s what I henrd sny. Kinder
queer, ain’t it. you happened to be the
man thnt found him?”
“Nothing queer about It. I was rid-
ing In from Seven Mile Creek camp."
Gordon was exasperated, but not at all
alarmed.
“So you was. While you was out at
the camp you asked one of the boys
how big the pay roll would be.”
“Does that prove I wns planning n
hold-up? Isn’t that the last tiling I
would hnve asked If I had Intended
robbery?"
“Don’t ask me. I ain’t no psycholo-
gist. All I know is you took an inter-
est in the bank roll on the way.”
“I’m here for the government inves-
tigating Macdonald. I was getting in-
formation—earning my pay. Can you
understand thnt?”
Gopher chewed his cud impassively.
“Sure I can, anil 1 been earning mine.
By the way. how come you to be beat
up so bad. Mr. Elliot?”
“I had a fight with the robbers.”
“Sure It wasn’t with the robbed?
That split lip of yours looks to me
plumb like Mnc’s John Hancock.”
Elliot flushed angrily. “Of course if
you intend to believe me guilty—”
"Now. there ain’t no manner o’ use
in gettin’ het up, young fellow, Meb-
be you did It; mebbe you didn’t. Any-
how, you’ll gimme that gat you been
toting these last few days.”
Gordon’s hand moved toward his
hip. Then he remembered.
“I haven’t It. I left it—’’
“You left it at the ford—with one
shell empty. That’s where you left
it,” Interrupted the officer.
“Yes. I fired at Northrup as he
rushed me.”
“Um-hu.” assented Jones, impudent
unbelief in bis eye. “At Northrup or
at Macdonald.”
“What do you think I did with the
money, then? Did I eat it?”
“Not so you could notice it. Since
you put it to me flat-foot, you gave
it to your pnrdners. You didn’t want
it. They did. They have got the
horse too—and they’re hitting the
high spots to make their getaway.”
Elliot was locked up in the flimsy
jail without breakfast. He was furi-
ous, hut ns he paced up and down the
narrow heat beside the lied his anger
gave wny to anxiety. Surely the Bag-
els could not believe he lmd done such
a thing. Aud Sheba—would she ac-
cept us true this weight of circum-
stantial evidence that wus piling up
against him?
It coulil all ho explained so enslly.
And yet—the facts fitted like links of
a chain to condemn him. He went
over them one by one. The bubbling
tongue of Selfrldge that had made
common gossip of the Impending trag-
edy In which he and Mucdonald were
tlie principals—his purchase of tho
automatic—his public meeting with
two known enemies of tlie Scotsman,
during which lie lmd been seen to give
them money—his target practice with
tlie new revolver— the unhappy chnnce
thnt lmd taken him out to Seven-Mile
Creek Camp tin' very day of the rob-
bery—his casual questions of tlie min-
ers—even the finding of the body by
him. All of those dove-tnllod with
the hypothesis that ills partners lu
crime were to escape nod bear the
Illume, while he was io bring the body
back (o town and assume Innocence.
Paget wns admitted to his cell later
in the morning by Gopher Jones. He
shook hands with tlie prisoner. Jones
retired.
“Tougty luck. Gordon," the engineer
said.
“Whnt does Shobu think?"
"We haven’t told her you have been
arrested. I heard It only a little while
ago."
"And Diane?"
“Yes, she knows."
“Well?" demanded Gordon brusque-
ly.
Peter looked at him In questioning
surprise. "Well, what?" He caught
the meaning of his friend. “Try not
to be nn ass, Gordon. Of course she
knows the charge is ridiculous."
The chip dropped from the young
man’s shoulder. “Good old Diane. I
might hnve known," he said with a
new cheerfulness.
"I think you might have," agreed
Peter dryly. “By the way, have you
had any brenkfnst?"
"No. I’m hungry, come to think of
It.”
“I’ll hnve something sent in from
the hotel.”
"How’s Macdonald?"
“He’s alive—and while there’s life
there is hope."
"Any news of the murderers?"
asked Gordon.
"Posses are combing the hills for
them. They stole a pnekhorse from
a truck gardener up the valley. It
seems they bought an outfit for a
month yesterday—said they were go-
ing prospecting.”
They tnlkcd for a few minutes long-
er, mainly on the question of a lawyer
and the chances of getting out on bond.
Peter left the prisoner in very much
better spirits than he had found him.
CHAPTER XV.
“God Save You Kindly."
A nurse from the hospital had re-
lieved Diane and Sheba nt daybreak.
They slept until the middle of the aft-
ernoon, then under orders from the
doctor wnlked out to take the air. The
“Tough Luck, Gordon," the Engineer
Said.
fever of the patient was subsiding. He
slept a good deal, and in the intervals
between had been once or twice quite
rational.
The thoughts of the cousins drew
their steps toward the Jail. Sheba
looked at Diune.
“Will they let us pass, do you
think?”
“Perhaps. We can try.”
Gopher Jones was not proof against
the brisk confidence with which Mrs.
Paget demanded admittance.
The prisoner was sitting on the bed.
His heart Jumped with gladness when
he looked up.
Diane shook hands cheerfully. “How
Is the criminal?”
“Better for hearing your kind voice,"
he answered.
His eyes strayed to the ebon-haired
girl in the background. They met a
troubled smile, grave and sweet.
“Awfully good of you to come to
see me,” he told Sheba gratefully.
"How Is Macdonald?”
“Better, we hope. He knew Diane
this afternoon.”
“We haven't talked to Mr. Macdon-
ald yet about the attack oa him,” Di-
ane explained. "But he must have
recognized the men. There are many
footprints at the ford, showing how
they moved over the ground ns they
fought. So he could not hnve been
unconscious from tho first blow.”
“Unless they were masked he must
have known them. It was light
enough,” agreed Elliot.
“Peter Is still trying to get the offi-
cers to accept hall, hut I don’t think
lie will succeed. There is n good deal
of feeling in town against you."
"Because I am supposed to be nn
enemy to an open Alaskn. I Judge.”
“Mainly that. Wally Selfrldge has
been talking a good deal. He takes It.
for granted that you are guilty. We'll
hnve to wait In patience till Mr. Mac-
donald speaks and clears you."
Gopher stuck his head In at the door.
"You'll hnve to go, Indies. Time's up.”
When Sheba hade the prisoner good-
by it was with a phrase of the old
Irish vernacular. “God save you
kindly.”
lie knew the peasant’s answer to the
wish and gave It. "And you, too."
Tlie girl left the prison with a mist
In her eyes. Her cousin looked nt her
with a queer. Ironic little smile of af-
fection. To he In trouble was a sure
passport to the sympathy of Sheba.
Now both her lovers were In a sad
way. Diane wondered which of them
would gain most from this new twist
of fate.
Selfrldge had been shocked at tho
sight of Macdonald. Tlie terrible beat-
ing nnd the loss of blood had sapped
nil the splendid, vital strength of the
Scotsman. Ills battered head waa
swathed In bandages, hut the white
face was bruised nnd disfigured. The
wounded man wns weuk ns a kitten;
only the steady eyes told that he was
still strong nnd unconquered.
"I want to talk business for a min-
ute. Miss Sedgwick. Will you please
step out?" said Macdonald to his
nurse.
She hesitated. "The doctor says—
"Do as I say, please."
The nurse left them alone. Wally
told the story of the evidence against
Elliot in four sentences. His chief
caught the point at once.
After Selfrldge had gone, the wound-
ed man lay silent thinking out his pro-
gram. Not for a moment did he donbt
that he was going to live, and his brain
was already busy planning for the fu-
ture. He knew now that In the vio-
lence of his anger against Elliot he
had made a mistake. To have killed
his rival would have been fatal to the
Kamatlah coal claims, would have
alienated his best friends, and would
hnve prejudiced hopelessly his chances
with Sheba. Fate had been kind to
him. He had been In the wrong and It
had put him in the right By the same
cut of the cards young Elliot had been
thrust down from an impregnable po-
sition to one In which he was a dis-
credited suspect. With all this evi-
dence to show that he had conspired
against Macdonald, his report to th«
department would be labor lost.
Diane came into the sickroom strip
ping her gloves after the walk. Mac-
donald smiled feebly at her and fired
the first shot of his campaign to de-
feat the enemy.
“Hns Elliott been captured yet?" h«
asked weakly.
The keen eyes of his hostess fas-
tened upon him. “Captured! Whal
do you mean? It was Gordon Elliot
thnt brought you In and saved yon*
life."
"Brought me from where?”
"From where he found you uncon-
scious—at the ford.”
"That’s his story, Is It?”
The young woman stood with hel
gloves crushed tight In both hands. II
was her nature to be always a parti-
san. Without, any reserve she was foi
Gordon in this new fight upon him.
Whnt had Wally Selfridge been saying
to Macdonald? Did the mine owner
mean to suggest that he had Identified
Elliot as one of his assailants? The
thing was preposterous.
And yet—that was plainly what he
had meant to Imply. If he told each a
story, things would go hard with Gor-
don. In court It would clinch the case
against him by supplying the one mlssj
!ng link in the chain of circumstantial
evidence. I
Diane, In deep thought, frowned
down upon the wounded man, who
seemed already to have fallen into d
light sleep. She told herself that this
was some of Wally Selfridge’s devil*
try. Anyhow, she would talk It ovet
with Peter.
The reason Wally was so pleased
with himself was that he had dropped
a hint into the ear of the wounde^
man not to clear Elliot of complicity
In the attack upon him. The newg
that the special investigator had heed
arrested for robbery and attempted
murder, flashed all over the United
States, would go far to neutralize any
report he might make against the va*
lldlty of the Macdonald claims. If to
this could be added later reports of
an indictment, a trial, and possibly a
conviction, it would not matter two
straws what Elliot said in his official
statement to the land office.
Elliot breaks out of jail long
enough to frustrate a plot engi-
neered by Wally Selfrldge.
Then he gets In jail again. Tho
story of this exciting episode Is
told in the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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West, H. C. The Tribune-Progress (Mountain View, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, February 22, 1918, newspaper, February 22, 1918; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc914811/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.