"The soldiers are slaying people," a man shouted. "Men of Boston, we must arm ourselves and fight."
[Illustration: "The soldiers are slaying people," a man shouted.]
It was a scene of wild confusion. They could get no farther on Cornhill. The crowd began to pour into side-streets. Rumors were flying about that many had been killed and wounded. An hour or so later Jack and Solomon were seized by a group of ruffians.
"Here are the damn Tories!" one of them shouted.
"Friends o' murderers!" was the cry of another.
"Le's hang 'em!"
Solomon immediately knocked the man down who had called them Tories and seized another and tossed him so far in the crowd as to give it pause.
"I don't mind bein' hung," he shouted, "not if it's done proper, but no man kin call me a Tory lessen my hands are tied, without gittin' hurt. An' if my hands was tied I'd do some hollerin', now you hear to me."