“Spy-work again, Dick?” queried Ben.
“Yes, Ben,” was the reply.
“That's what we guessed. When do you start?”
“This evening.”
“I wish I could go with you!” said Tom.
“I think it will be better for me to go alone,” said Dick. “I can do better work alone than if somebody is with me. The general selected me because I have a likely place to hide.”
“How would it do to take Dootchy wid yez, Dick?” grinned Tim. “He thinks he would be a foine spy.”
Dick laughed. “I don't know how Fritz would make out in that field of endeavor,” he said.
“He is so big he couldn't get within a mile of the redcoats without their seeing him,” commented Ben.
“Yes, that's the only trouble with Fritz,” said Tom. “He is too big to be a success as a spy.”