"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 you fellows to come with Attucks and me," the barber's apprentice said, in a peremptory tone.
"Why should we?" Amos asked, sharply.
"Because there is work for all hands, and you must do your share."