rejoined his comrades, who looked at him inquiringly.

"Spy-work again, Dick?" queried Ben.

"Yes, Ben," was the reply.

"That's what we guessed. When do you start?"

"This evening."

"I wish I could go with you!" said Tom.

"I think it will be better for me to go alone," said Dick. "I can do
better work alone than if somebody is with me. The general selected me
because I have a likely place to hide."

"How would it do to take Dootchy wid yez, Dick?" grinned Tim. "He
thinks he would be a foine spy."

Dick laughed. "I don't know how Fritz would make out in that field of
endeavor," he said.

"He is so big he couldn't get within a mile of the redcoats without
their seeing him," commented Ben.

"Yes, that's the only trouble with Fritz," said Tom. "He is too big to
be a success as a spy."

"I didn't said dot I vould be a goot sby, Dick," responded Fritz. "I
said dot I vould be as goot a sby as vot Tim Murphies vould be, see?