Dick, Tom and Ben made friends rapidly, and were soon well acquainted with the majority of the members of the company to which they had been assigned, and with many of the members of other companies that were quartered in the same building and near at hand.

They had been in New York about a week, and were feeling quite at home. One afternoon, as they were sitting in the big front room, talking to some of the soldiers, the door opened and an orderly from headquarters was seen standing on the threshold.

“Is there anyone here by the name of Dare?” he asked. “Dick Dare, I believe it is.”

“I am he,” said Dick, advancing. “What is wanted?”

“You are wanted at headquarters.”

“Now?”

“Yes, at once. The commander-in-chief orders you to report.”

“I will go right along with you.”

“Very well. Such were his instructions.”

Dick put on his hat and took his departure in the orderly's company, after telling Ben and Tom that he would probably be back soon.

They arrived quickly at headquarters, and Dick was ushered into the private room occupied by the commander-in-chief.

Dick saluted and said:

“You sent for me, your excellency?”

“Yes, Dare. Be seated,” and he pointed to a chair near his desk.

Dick took the seat and then looked at the commander-in-chief inquiringly.

General Washington did not say anything for a few moments, but eyed Dick keenly and searchingly. It was evident that he was appraising the boy's value carefully, and it seemed that the result was satisfactory, for he gave a sigh as of relief, and said:

“How old are you, Dare?”

“Eighteen, sir.”

“Eighteen. That is young. You are a mere youth, but somehow I believe you are the one to do what I wish done. I have a mind to try you, anyway. Dick,” pausing and looking impressively at the youth, “if I were to ask you to undertake something that was exceedingly dangerous, something that might easily result in your death if you made a false step, what would you say?”

“I would say, your excellency, that if you had confidence enough in me to think I might succeed, I would be only too glad to try. You have only to command and I will obey, sir.”

“Spoken like a true Son of Liberty!” exclaimed the commander-in-chief. “That is what I expected to hear you say, however. I believe you are a brave, sensible youth, and that it is possible you may succeed in the undertaking which I have in mind, even though several grown men have already failed. You had better think well before you consent to attempt this task, however, Dick. It is one fraught with such danger that I would not think of ordering you to attempt it, considering your age. But if, on the other hand, after knowing what the work is, you still wish to go ahead, I shall be delighted to avail myself of your services.”

“I will be glad to attempt the work, sir. Pray state the case. What is the nature of the work you wish me to do?”

“It is spy-work!”

Dick's heart leapt with joy. Spy-work! This, of all things was what he felt that he would most like to do. As a spy he would have to venture into the enemy's territory, would have to even penetrate to their midst and secure information as to their plans and, too, he might thus find and rescue his father. It was fine to think of, and the sparkle in his eyes must have told the commander-in-chief that the youth was pleased, for he said:

“You seem to be favorably impressed, rather than otherwise, my boy. You think you will like spy-work?”

“Yes, your excellency,” was the reply. “I think I shall like it, better than anything else. I shall be glad to attempt any work in that line that you wish. Just tell me where you wish me to go and what you want me to do, and I will do my best to make a success of the work, sir.”

“Very well, Dick. I will do so. You know, perhaps, that the British army is located on the southwest shore of Long Island, near York Bay, and the British fleet lies just outside the Narrows and off York Bay. The British outnumber us considerably, I think, but just how much I do not know. And this is one thing that I wish to learn. I want to learn the numerical strength of the British, and also I wish to find out, if such a thing is possible, the intentions of the British commander-in-chief. This is a big undertaking, my boy, and as I have told you, several of my best men have already tried to accomplish this and failed, so you can see the magnitude of the task that confronts you. It will be no disgrace if you should fail.”

“I may fail, sir,” said Dick, modestly; “I may not succeed in securing the information you desire, but I will make the attempt, and I will say this, that if such a thing as securing the information is possible, I will do it. I will do my very best, sir, you may rest assured of that.”

“I do, Dick. I feel confident that if you fail it will be only after you have made every effort to succeed. Well, it is settled, then? You will attempt his spy-work?”

“Yes, your excellency. When shall I start?”

“This evening. I will give you a letter of introduction to General Putnam, who is in command of teh patriot force on Brooklyn Heights, and he will give you all the information and assistance in his power.”

“Very well, sir. At what hour shall I report here?”

“Be here at six, Dick. I will have the letter for you, and then you will go down to the East River in company with one of my orderlies, and a boatman will take you across to the Long Island side. It is not far from there to the Heights, where you will locate General Putnam.”

“I will report here at six, your excellency,” said Dick, and then saluting, he took his departure.

When he returned to his quarters and told Tom and Ben that General Washington had selected him to go over onto Long Island and do some spying, the youths were surprised, but were delighted as well, for they felt that it was an honor to Dick.

“That will be fine,” said Ben Foster. “I believe you will make a good spy, Dick.”

“I hope so, Ben.”

“I wish I could go with you,” said Tom, looking wistfully at his brother.

“It will be best that I go alone, Tom,” said Dick. “One can do spy-work better than two.”

“I vould lige dot sby vork,” said Fritz Schmockenburg, a fat, Dutch soldier, gravely.

“It's a foine spoy yez would be afther makin', Fritz,” chuckled Tim Murphy, a merry Irish patriot. “Yez would be caught the first thing, and the only thing thot would kape thim from hangin' yez would be because they wouldn't have inny rope sthout enough to hould your weight.”

“When are you going, Dick?” queried Ben.

“This evening at six.”

The youths discussed the matter at considerable length, and were glad that Dick had been selected for such important work, though they were somewhat fearful for his safety. Tom and Ben cautioned him to be careful, and he was the recipient of advice from others, all well-meant, but of course not likely to be of much use to him, as he would have to govern his actions mainly by existing circumstances, after he was on the ground and at work.

Shortly before six he bade Tom and Ben, and his comrades good-bye and made his way to headquarters, where he was given the letter of introduction by the commander-in-chief, and also a few kindly words of encouragement.

“General Putnam will give you all the information and help in his power,” General Washington said. “Go, now, Dick, my boy, and may you be successful is my prayer. Good-bye, and heaven bless you.”

He shook Dick's hand, and then with a good-bye and a salute, the youth took his departure.

An orderly accompanied him to the dock and summoned a boatman, and then Dick got in and was ferried across the East River. Alighting on the Long Island shore, he set out in the direction of Brooklyn Heights, reaching there shortly after dark.