Spy stories; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Having so decided, he lost not time, but moved away as cautiously as
possible. He went a bit faster than he should have done, to maintain a
noiseless movement, however, for he stepped on a fallen branch, which
broke with a cracking sound, and the very next step he stumbled over a
log, and fell into a brushpile, making considerable noise.
"A spy!" he heard one of the redcoats cry. "There's somebody there,
sure!"
"Halt!" cried the other soldier, loudly. "Stop, or I'll fire!"
But Dick, fearing to remain, as he would almost certainly be found and
captured, leaped to his feet and took to his heels, running as fast as
he dared; to run too fast, would have been to break his head against a
tree, more than likely.
The British soldiers heard him, evidently, for one cried, excitedly:
"There he goes! I hear him running!"
"Yes," cried the other, "but I'll put a stop to his running, or know
the reason why. Here goes to wing the rebel."
The next instant the loud crack of a musket rang upon the still night
air. At the same instant Dick Dare fell sprawling upon his face on the
ground, and lay still.
Chapter VIII
Tom Dare Acts
On the afternoon of the second day after the departure of Dick Dare
from patriot headquarters in New York, Tom Dare appeared there, and to
the orderly at the door said:
"I wish to see General Washington, sir."
"Oh, you do, eh?" was the query. The orderly could not imagine what
business this sixteen-year-old boy could have with the commander-in-chief.
"Yes, sir. Show me to his presence, please."
The orderly looked at the eager, bright face of the boy with more of
interest.
"Who are you?" he queried.
"My name is Tom Dare."
"Tom Dare!" in surprise. "Why, there was a young fellow here a couple
of days ago whose name was Dare-Dick Dare, I believe it was."
"Yes," quietly; "he is my brother."
"Ah, your brother! Are you a member of the patriot army, also?"
"Yes, sir. I'm in Colonel Morgan's regiment."
The orderly stared.
"Well!" he murmured; "the Dares seem to be pretty well represented in
the Continental Army."
"Yes, sir. Our father was captured by Tories, and Dick and I made up
our minds that we would join the patriot army and do all we could to
bring about the defeat of the British and Tories, and if possible
rescue our father."
"Well, that is the right spirit, certainly."
"Will you show me to the presence of the commander-in-chief, sir?"
questioned Tom, eagerly. "I am very desirous of seeing him," he added,
earnestly.
"Come with me," was the reply; "I will speak to the
commander-in-chief, and if he is willing, I will conduct you to his
presence."
Tom accompanied the orderly along the hall, pausing presently when
told to do so. The orderly said he would be back in a few moments, and
disappeared in a room at one side. He quickly returned and said that
General Washington would see the youth.
The next moment he ushered Tom into the presence of the
commander-in-chief, announcing:
"Master Tom Dare."
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