“That will be a good idea.”
“Yes.”
The farmer now took his seat beside Dick, and took the lines, and drove, and presently Dick said: “I guess I’ll leave you, now, Mr. Boggs. This is about the nearest point to the patriot encampment.”
“All right, Dick Dare.”
Dick leaped to the ground, shook hands with the farmer, thanked him for his kindness in doing what he had, and then said good-by. His mission ended he set out through the woods in the direction of the encampment.
When he reached there, he went to the headquarters tent, and was given a cordial greeting by General Greene.
“Have you been reconnoitering the fort, Dick?” the general asked.
“Yes, General Greene,” was the reply. “And I have been within the stockade-walls.”
The general started and looked surprised. “How did you manage that, my boy?” he asked.
Dick explained, then, the general listening with interest, and when Dick had described the interior of the enclosure, and the fort, the officer nodded, and said: “You have done pretty well, Dick. A knowledge of the interior arrangements at the fort is worth considerable.”