“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.