So, as they talked, referring to many of the events of the past, names
were often mentioned, and as a thought came to him, Frank happened to
say:
"I wonder how Hank Brady is getting on with father's new car?"
He saw the cowboy start and turn white.
"Who's Hank Brady?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"A fellow we met under strange circumstances. Hank was on the road to
the bad, but he got his eyes open just in time. Now he's our chauffeur,
and we think he's going to make good," replied Frank, watching the other
with sudden interest.
"Huh! Did you ever hear anything about his family?" asked Reddy, trying
to act in a natural manner, but hardly succeeding very well.
"Yes. He's got a father and mother who were mighty anxious about him."
"And there's that good-for-nothing brother Ted he told you to keep your
eye out for up here!" broke in Bluff.
"Yes; how about that, Frank? Have you ever asked about him?" exclaimed
Jerry.
"No; but perhaps I'd better begin now. How about it, Reddy?" questioned
Frank.
"You needn't go any further, for I can tell you all about that scalawag.
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