Dick Slater and Bob Estabrook set
off down Broadway and had nearly reached Bowling Green
when Dick saw the man in the steeple-crowned hat approaching.
He evidently took Dick for his friend at first, for
he came forward quickly, and then suddenly stopped,
looked at both boys, flushed, and, turning upon his
heel, darted across Broadway and into Pearl street,
where he disappeared. Dick was after him at once,
but by the time he reached Pearl street, nothing was
to be seen of the spy.
The boys walked down to Whitehall
wharf, where they could see over to Staten Island,
where the British ships seemed to be getting ready
to change their positions. The day was wearing
on rapidly, and as they could not get any additional
information at the wharf, they turned their faces
toward the city and made their way at a good jog toward
the Commons, where the camp was located. As they
neared Thames street, above the church, Dick said
in a low tone:
“There is that spy going down
the street. He has changed his disguise and I
would not be surprised if he had taken off his beard.
“Where is he, Dick?” eagerly.
“Going down Thames street on
the right, the man in brown with a cocked hat.
I recognize his walk. Keep behind him, Bob.
The sight of a Continental uniform may have a bad
effect upon him.”
“But he has seen you in that disguise, Dick.”
“Yes, and there is nothing striking
about it. He would have to see my face to recognize
me and I shall take care that he does not.”
Indeed, Dick had so many ways of changing
his expression, that it was quite likely he could
deceive the spy even were they to meet face to face.
Bob kept behind Dick as they went down the street on
the same side as the spy, the young patriot watching
the man closely, and at length seeing him go into
a wine shop of a rather unsavory reputation. When he disappeared, Dick turned to
Bob and said quickly:
“There is another door to this
place down the alley. Go there at once and watch
for this fellow to come out. He will do so as
soon as he recognizes me.”
Then Dick waited a moment for Bob
to go down the alley, and entered the shop. He
saw the spy sitting at a table, and now, having his
own expression, was recognized in a moment.
“Good afternoon,” he said,
as he walked over to the spy, who was unable to repress
a start of surprise “You did not expect
to see me here, did you?”
“Who are you?” the other
snarled “I don’t know you from a
side of sole leather. Why do you speak to me?”
“I am Captain Dick Slater,”
said Dick, taking a seat opposite the spy “You
escaped me just now and changed your dress and also
took off your beard. You had a friend a
short, somewhat stout man. We have taken care
of him. You will find my lieutenant at the other
door. I see you are looking toward itI
think you had better go out that way. Time presses,
and we had better go now.”
The spy suddenly arose, started for
the door, threw the chair in front of Dick and shouted:
“This boy is a British spy!
Hold him while I go for the guard!”
Then he flew toward the door and was
out of it. At once the men in the shop began
surging toward Dick with evil looks on their faces,
and some drawing ugly-looking knives.
“That is the cry of ‘Stop,
thief!’ to draw attention from himself,”
said Dick “My gentleman is a spy himself.
I am Dick Slater, captain of the Liberty Boys.
I think you may have heard of me. Don’t
be afraid. My lieutenant is at the other door.”
Then, quickly pushing the chair aside
Dick left by the door he had entered and then around
to the alley. The spy had evidently thought that
Dick was deceiving him, but as he went into the alley
he saw Bob, who quickly caught him by the arm and
said:
“Wait a moment. The captain
will be out in a second and will want to see you.
There is no such haste.”
Then Dick came down the alley, and
Bob said with a careless laugh and a quizzical expression:
“Here is the captain I
have his uniform, but he is the captain, just the
same.”
The spy got up, glared at Dick and said angrily:
“You are making a great fuss
over nothing I am not a spy, as you think.
I am an attorney and have
“Why did you try to escape,
why did you call me a spy, why did you change your
clothes, why did you follow me into Frances tavern,
why did you instruct your companion to follow me,
if you are not a spy? Attorneys don’t do
these things.”
The man turned sallow, smiled in a
sickly fashion, and said:
“This was all to test you.
General Putnam had his doubts as to your efficiency
and wished me to put you to the
The boys laughed at this flimsy excuse,
and Dick said shortly:
“You will go with usI
am well acquainted with General Putnam, who is in
command in the city. You know that, of course.
We will go to his quarters now.”
The man suddenly thrust his hand into
his pocket and withdrew a packet, which he tried to
throw over a fence, but was prevented by Bob.
“You had better give that to
me,” he said, taking the packet and putting
it in his own pocket.
“Come!” said Dick.
“It is nearly sunset. If you attempt any
more nonsense I shall call the guard. You know
me, and you know why you are arrested, and you are
simply trying to throw obstacles in my way and so
make your escape.”
The spy made no reply, and remained
quiet for the rest of their way to the general’s
quarters. Leaving the prisoner under guard, Dick
shortly saw the general himself and related what had
occurred.
“H’m! spies in the city,
eh?” muttered the veteran “This is
an important capture, Captain I must compliment
you on a very pretty piece of work I shall have
to see this man.”
Dick had the packet which Bob had
taken from the spy, and he gave it to the general,
while the man was being sent for Putnam looked
it over and said:
“This proves conclusively that
the man is a spy. You have the other one, you
say, Captain?”
“Yes, in our camp I can
deliver him to-night or in the morning, as you please.”
“I think it had better be to-night,” shortly.
“Very well,” and at that
moment the spy was ushered into the general’s
presence, turning pale as he saw the veteran and realized
what his fate would beDick then took his leave
and he and Bob returned with all speed to the camp.