"Hullo, Hans!" cried Tom Rover. "Don't you know Dick and me? We just arrived by the new subway."
"Tom and Dick!" ejaculated Songbird. "Truly, I must be dreaming!"
"But you are not," came from Dick as he stepped closer. "Oh, but I'm glad to get out of that hole!" he added. "And glad to fall among friends once more."
"Hullo, Mr. Monday," said Tom. "So you escaped, after all? That's good. Have any of you seen anything of Sam?"
"Sam?" asked Songbird. "Wasn't he with you?"
"He was, but the counterfeiters carried him off with them when they left the ranch."
"Then he must still be a prisoner."
"Yes."
"When we first heard your voices, we thought we had run into some of our enemies," said Dick. "We were mighty glad to learn otherwise. Now, if Sam was only here—"
"We must find him!" broke in Tom. "And the sooner we get on the trail, the better."