CHAPTER XXV 

THE BEGINNING OF THE GRAND HUNT 

Dave's announcement produced a little sensation, and for the moment his chums stared at him in astonishment. 

"Come to think of it, that man does look like the little newsboy," said Roger, slowly. "Do you suppose they can be related?" 

"I'd hate to think that Charley Gamp was related to such a fellow," said Phil. "Snogger isn't a nice sort to have anything to do with." 

"Mr. Endicott said he didn't use to be so bad," answered Dave. "It is only lately--since he went to work for Mr. Merwell--that he has grown dissolute." 

"Maybe he is sorry that he left the Endicott place," said the senator's son. "I'll wager he has no such nice times at the Triple X Ranch as he had at the Star." 

"Not if all the cowboys are like those who came to our entertainment," said Phil. "But, Dave, if you think he's related to Charley Gamp, why not speak to him about it?" 

"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. 
What is his name?
Charley Gamp