"You may get into trouble if you do," interposed Roger, hastily. "Some of these Western characters don't like to have their past raked up."
"But Charley Gamp wants to find his relatives," went on the shipowner's son.
"I'll bring it around when I get the chance," said Dave. "But I can't do it now," he added. "He's gone." And Dave was right. Hank Snogger had leaped on his horse, and was off, on a trail that led up the river instead of across it.
"What are you boys confabbing about?" cried Belle, coming up, with a box of candy in her hand.
"We were just wondering where we'd get some candy," answered Dave, innocently. He did not think it wise to mention Snogger just then.
"Indeed! Well, I bought this from the candy man of the train. He is waiting for the down train."
"Where is he?" questioned Roger.
"Down the track—by the water tower."
"We'll raid him!" cried the senator's son, and then he and Dave and Phil set off on a footrace in the direction of the man who sold candy, cigars, and magazines. They found that he had a pretty fair stock of candy and magazines, and each boy purchased what he thought would suit the others and himself. In the fun and good spirits that
