until this job is
finished!" one of the company cried.

"Then set about it methodically," the orator continued. "To-day is
Friday, and in an hour it will be ended. If we begin on Saturday, we may
be tempted to desecrate the Sabbath; therefore, as good citizens, I pray
that you will first consider your duty to your God, and not forget to
keep holy His day. The soldiers will be here on Monday. Let us begin our
work then, and finish it before the following Saturday night."

There was something in this suggestion which pleased the throng
wonderfully well. The idea of remaining inactive forty-eight hours
rather than take the chances of desecrating the Sabbath pleased them,
because it savoured of more serious purpose than if they had begun
hurriedly, without preparation, like an unreasoning mob, to open the
struggle.

There were a few, however, who raised their voices against this delay,
and Amos whispered to Jim, as a particularly shrill cry was heard now
and then demanding that something be done immediately:

"That is Hardy Baker! He believes that he has brought all this about,
and if it should be that the soldiers are driven from the city, he
will claim the whole credit."

"This will be more serious than warning Master Lillie, terrible as was
the result there. What shall we do, Amos?"

"Follow these gentlemen, of course," and Amos pointed to several
well-known citizens, who were standing near by. "We cannot do anything
wrong by acting with them; but I question much if the morrow will pass
without serious brawls, for Hardy Baker and those with whom he is
associated are ripe for mischief, regardless of the justice of their
cause."

"But can we, unarmed, drive the soldiers out of the city?"

"When such a man as Master Samuel Adams declares they must go, and is
backed by these good citizens here, Governor Hutchinson and General
Gage must listen to the voice of the people. Come over this way; Hardy
and Attucks are moving toward us, and I don't care to be seen in their
company."

Amos had not observed the barber's apprentice soon enough to escape
him, for, before he and Jim had taken a dozen steps toward hiding
themselves among the throng, Hardy Baker shouted, shrilly:

"Hold on, boys! We want to talk with you!"

Jim would have continued on, regardless of the command, but that his
companion said, in a whisper:

"We may as well wait and hear what he has to say, otherwise he will
follow wherever we go."

"I want