was resting comfortably against a tree. "You look very much like a boy I and my friends met in Chicago. Do you know the lad? His name is Charley Gamp."
"Charley Gamp!" exclaimed the man, and stared wildly at Dave. "Say, what do you know about him?"
"Then you know him?" And now Dave was deeply interested.
"Do I know him! He is my son!"
"Your son? Then where did the name Gamp come from?"
"Gamp was his mother's name afore she married me. Tell me, is he safe?"
"Yes." And then Dave related how he and the others had fallen in with Charley at the post-office.
"And Link Merwell was abusin' him callin' him a thief!" cried Hank Snogger, and his eyes commenced to blaze. "How did he dare! Why, Link Merwell is a thief himself!"
"A thief!" echoed Dave.
"Yes. But let that pass now—I'll tell you later. Tell me of my boy, my Charley," pleaded Hank Snogger.
Dave told all that he knew, and the man listened eagerly. Then Snogger told something of his life's history, how he and his wife had quarreled and how some neighbors had gotten them to sepa-
