"But I want to be in the ranks where I'll have a chance to help in the fighting."
"My boy," and now Greene was very grave, "don't fret; you'll have all of such work you could wish for, whether acting as aid or making a poor show as a private. It is your duty to take things as they come, without finding fault. Let's get back to camp and see that your horse is fed, for there's no knowing how soon you may call on him for a spell of hard work."
General Washington and his staff had disappeared in the distance, and Enoch acted upon the spy's advice at once.
The horse was given a generous breakfast, and while he was eating it the boy sat down by the side of the spy to hear what the latter had been doing since the two parted at General Arnold's headquarters.
"It isn't much of a story, lad. My work in Philadelphia being finished, I came back here to rejoin my company, but found they had left camp, therefore am forced to hang on with the others until we overtake General Dickinson, which I'm hoping we shall do before the battle—"
"Is this the boy who brought a message from Dickinson?" an officer asked as he came toward the two rapidly.
"It is," Greene replied.
"He is wanted at headquarters immediately."
The officer turned on his heel, having discharged his duty, and the spy said triumphantly to Enoch:
"What did I tell you, lad? It seems you haven't been forgotten yet. Go on, and I'll wait here in order to see you before you leave us again, for I allow your work as aid isn't finished."