“The people demand their immediate withdrawal,” Mr. Adams replied, bowing, and taking his departure.
Cornhill, all the way from the Town House to the Old South, was crowded with resolute and determined citizens, equipped with muskets and powder-horns. They saw Samuel Adams, loved and revered, descend the steps of the Town House, followed by the other members of the committee.
“Make way for the committee!” the cry.
“Hurrah for Sam Adams!” the shout.
They saw the man they loved lift his hat. They knew King George wanted him sent to England to be tried for treason; that Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson was ready to aid in such a plan; but there he was, more determined than ever to maintain the rights of the people.
Tom worked his way into the meetinghouse and heard Mr. Adams say the lieutenant-governor’s answer was unsatisfactory.
“All the troops must go,” shouted the citizens.
Once more Mr. Adams and six of his fellow-citizens made their way to the Town House. The lieutenant-governor and the council were assembled together with Colonel Dalrymple, Admiral Montague, and other officers in their scarlet uniforms. Robert edged his way into the building.
“It is the unanimous opinion,” said Mr. Adams, “that the reply of your excellency is unsatisfactory. Nothing will satisfy the people other than the immediate removal of all the troops.”
“The troops are not subject to my authority; I have no power to remove them,” said Hutchinson.