Suddenly the scene changed.
From behind every tree there leaped out a Mountain Boy, and with one voice a shout went up:
"Surrender!"
It was no use resisting.
The Yorkers were outnumbered.
They were blown with the long run, while their enemies were fresh and their muskets loaded.
"To whom are we to surrender?" asked the officer.
"To Col. Allen and his Green Mountain Boys," was the answer.
"On what terms?"
"The same you gave us," answered Baker.