“I haven't secured a great deal of information, your excellency,” was the reply. “I learned the numerical strength of the British army, for one thing.”
“That is important. What is the number?”
“Twenty-five thousand.”
A sober, thoughtful look settled over the face of the commander-in-chief.
“That is about five thousand more than I figured on,” he murmured. “Well, I am glad to have knowledge of their strength, even though it is greater than I had expected it to be.”
“I learned also, that an attack on Brooklyn Heights, while a probability at some future time, is not contemplated at an early date.”
“That is important also, Dick. Well, did you learn anything else?”
“Nothing else, sir. But, if you desire it, I will go back over onto Long Island and will keep watch on the British and do my best to learn of any intended move early enough to get the news to you, so that you will have time to make a move that will check the enemy.”
“We will wait a few days, Dick, and then I may send you again. I congratulate you on the success of your first attempt at spying. You did well, Dick, exceedingly well, and I shall doubtless make use of you frequently in the future, if you care to undertake the work.”
“I shall be glad to do so, your excellency. My only wish is to do all in my power to aid the people of America to secure their independence, and if I can be of value by doing spy-work, then I shall take pleasure in doing it.”