"You may be right, Son. But you know what they say in court: It is one thing to know the truth, and quite another to be able to prove it." "But who would want to steal those papers if not Davenport and his crowd?" questioned Randy. And then he added hurriedly: "Did they rob you of anything else, Uncle Dick?" "I don't think so." Dick Rover felt in his pockets. "No, my money and watch and my diamond ring are all safe. If they had been ordinary thieves they would certainly have taken everything of value." "Our baggage doesn't seem to be disturbed," said Andy, who was looking around. "I guess you are right--they were after those documents and nothing else." There was a pause, and suddenly the boys saw a queer smile pass over Dick Rover's face, and then he uttered a peculiar whistle. "What is it, Dad?" said Jack wonderingly. He knew that his father had a habit of whistling in that fashion when something struck him as funny. "I was just thinking that perhaps those fellows who robbed me had taken a white elephant off my hands," returned Dick Rover. "Why, what do you mean by white elephant?" questioned Andy. "I mean that maybe they are fighting tooth and nail to get possession of something which I might be only too glad to give them for nothing." "Oh, Dad, are you talking about the Lorimer Spell claim?" questioned Jack. "Yes." "But I don't understand." "Of course you don't. But maybe you will after I've told my story. As you know, I went to Wichita Falls mainly to get the documents which Lorimer Spell had stored away in the safe deposit vault of a bank there. Well, I got the documents, and in looking them over found that while Lorimer Spell's claim to the land seemed to be fairly well established, still there was something of a cloud to the title--the cloud of which Carson Davenport and his crowd are taking advantage. But more than that, I found that a firm of oil experts named Fitch and Lunberry had gone over the property both for Spell and for an oil promoter who had thought to put some money into operations there. So then I called on the firm and had a long talk with Mr. Fitch." "And what did Mr. Fitch have to say about the land?" asked Jack quickly. "He was very frank to say that in his opinion there was no oil of any kind on the claim. He told me that he knew Lorimer Spell very well, and that while Spell was all right in the main, he had been daffy on the subject of oil, so much so that it had just about turned the poor fellow's brain until he imagined that there was fabulous wealth in oil on every acre he possessed. Mr. Fitch got down to facts and figures, and showed me all of his deductions, and he said that it was his honest opinion that any money spent on the Lorimer Spell claim would be utterly wasted." CHAPTER XXV DAVENPORT'S ACCUSATION "Then the Lorimer Spell claim is positively no good!" exclaimed Jack.