being, started for the rendezvous of the counterfeiters.
"If you do any shooting, be careful and don't hit my brother Sam," said Dick.
"I'll warn the men," answered James Monday, and did so. Dick was so tired he could scarcely sit up in the saddle. But he longed to see Sam rescued, and so rode along as best he could.
As they neared the spot where Tom and his friends were in waiting, they heard a faint shout and soon the fun-loving Rover appeared. He had heard the distant firing when Watermelon Pete was hit and was afraid Dick had been wounded.
"Good! good!" he shouted when he recognized Dick and the government official and Fred. "This is the best yet. Now, I hope we can round up that whole crowd."
They continued to advance, and as they did so they heard a firing at a distance, in the direction of the counterfeiters' rendezvous.
"Something has gone wrong there," cried Dick.
Something had gone wrong, and to the advantage of the Rovers, as Dick and Tom afterwards learned. Sam had been left to take care of himself for a few minutes, and by a dexterous
