"I'm to wait till you come?" "Yes." "But, I'll get hungry before to-morrow night." "Go to a farmhouse in the morning and get some food. There must be farmhouses near." "That's so. I can do that." "Well, I may as well be going. Good-bye, Tom." "Good-bye, Dick; and-be careful, brother! If anything should happen to you, it would break mother's heart." "I'll be careful, Tom. You had better keep your eyes open, too, for the redcoats may come prowling around here to-morrow, and you must not let them capture you." "I'll not let them get me, brother." Then Dick took his departure. He had some time since decided upon his course, and as soon as he was a short distance away from the clump of trees, he set out at a brisk walk, and made no effort at concealment. He did not care, now, if he were halted by a British picket or sentinel. He walked swiftly onward, and about twenty minutes later was hailed: "Halt! Who comes there?" Dick's heart leaped, and he felt that he was soon to be submitted to an ordeal, but he did not hesitate, and answered firmly and promptly: "A friend." "Advance, friend, and give the countersign," was the command. Dick advanced till within a few yards of the sentinel, whose form he could make out, it being outlined against the light background made by the campfires. "Halt!" ordered the sentinel. "Give the countersign before you come any further." "I don't know the countersign," replied Dick, quietly. "But I am a friend, and I wish to see the commander in charge of this army." "Humph. What do you want to see him for?" "I want to offer my services to fight for the king." "Oh, you do, eh?" "Yes, sir." "You are a loyal king's man, then, are you?" "Would I be anxious to join the king's army if I were not?" questioned Dick. He had decided that there could be no harm in deceiving the enemy. In spy-work it would be absolutely necessary to use this means. His conscience did not reproach him in the least, for he felt that he was making the pretense of being a king's adherent in a good cause-that of Liberty. "What is your name?" the soldier asked. Dick had decided that it would be best to give a fictitious name, so he gave the first one that came into his mind: "Harry Fuller," he said. "Harry Fuller, eh? Well, Harry Fuller, since you are a loyal king's man and wish to join his army, I will see that you have the opportunity. I'll summon the officer of the guard and he will conduct you to the commander of the force." "This isn't the full army, then?" queried Dick. "One division of it," was the curt reply. "There's enough of it here for you to join, I guess, if you really mean business."