CHAPTER XVIII 

DICK AND SAM BECOME PRISONERS 

"Do you really think those are counterfeit, Dick?" gasped Sam. 

"More than likely. Don't you remember the machinery? That printing press--" 

"Yes, yes! It's as clear as day. This must be a regular den, and Sack Todd--" 

Sam got no further, for, at that moment, he felt himself seized from behind. A pair of strong arms were thrown around him, so that he could scarcely budge. 

Dick was attacked in a similar fashion, and, though both of the Rovers struggled desperately, they found that their assailants had the advantage. 

"Caught you good and proper, didn't we?" came in the voice of Sack Todd. 

"Let me go!" cried Dick. 

"Not much, young man. Have you got the other one, Jimson?" 

"I have," answered the second man, a fellow with a long nose. "And he won't get away in a hurry. I'm thinking." 

"We had better take 'em inside," went on Sack Todd. 

"Just as you say," answered Andy Jimson. "I reckon you boys remember me," he went on with a grin. 

"You are the man who was on that lumber raft that came near running down our houseboat," said Dick. 

"Struck it, fust clip. Didn't expect to meet me ag'in, did ye?" 

"I did not." 

"Wanted to shoot me, didn't ye?" 

"Didn't you deserve it?" asked Sam boldly. "You came mighty close to sinking us." 

"Oh, that was only a bit of fun on the part o' the feller who owned the raft. He knew what he was doin'. But I reckon you didn't know what you were doin' when you spied on Sack and his outfit," continued the long-nosed man sarcastically. 
What was Jimson's first name?
"Just as you say," answered Andy Jimson. "I reckon you boys remember me," he went on with a grin.