"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 followed Hank Snogger was, for the time being, forgotten.
Two days later there was a rounding-up of some of the cattle and the boys were allowed to participate. They went out with Sid Todd, who had charge of the round-up, and were in the saddle from early morning until late at night. The cattle were gathered in a valley up the river, sorted out from some belonging to Mr. Merwell and Mr. Hooper, and then driven off to a stockyard along the railroad line.
"Not so exciting as I thought it would be," said Dave, after the round-up was over.