On the morning of July 13, Morey was summoned to headquarters. Lieutenant Purcell greeted him with a sober face.
“Morey,” he said at once, “I have a disagreeable duty to perform. You will remember that it was not on my advice that you joined the Corps. Yet, I have done all I could to teach you what we know. In my judgment you have been too apt a pupil. Major Squiers has just made a requisition on me for my best operator. You are not only my best, but you are practically the only one I can trust.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” said the boy. “But what makes your duty disagreeable?”
“Because I must conscientiously recommend you to Major Squiers.”
Morey’s eyes opened in surprise.
“Isn’t that a compliment?”
“It is a dangerous job. They are going to begin experimenting with explosives and their effects when dropped from aeroplanes.”
“Good!” exclaimed Morey. “Do you mean that I’m to have a chance at this?”
“I must submit your name. But it is exceedingly hazardous work. You can take or refuse the offer. Appleton is ready to go if you don’t.”
“When do I start?” was the boy’s only answer.