"All right. If by any good luck I happen to run across your brother, you
can depend on it I'll do my best to make him write. But how am I to
know him among the thousands of people I meet?" remarked Frank as he was
about to turn away.

"Well, he has--"

Just then some one pounced on Frank, and dragged him off, so that he
never really knew how he was to recognize this wandering brother of Hank
Brady in case he should meet him.

The train was almost due, and general good-bys were quickly said. Such a
chattering as ensued, which kept up until the four chums climbed into
the car that was to take them to the nearest city, where they would
board the through train for the Northwest.

After the last glimpse of their loved ones had been lost by a sudden
bend in the road, they settled down to making themselves comfortable. It
was expected that they would make connection in St. Paul with the
western through train bound for Seattle. Then would begin the grandest
ride on the whole American continent, over boundless plains, and finally
up into the majestic mountains.

Day and night they would be carried swiftly onward across the many miles
of entrancing scenery. Wonderful sights would fall to their portion.

St. Paul was reached in due season, and once more they started forth,
this time headed west, with the hunting-land beckoning them on.