“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.”