It was the next morning that the five boys stood upon the hill and watched the sun come up over the city.
“Well,” said Nat, “we’ve got them walled up in Boston.”
“Yes,” replied Ezra Prentiss, as his sober gaze dwelt upon the still slumbering town. “And it will not be a great while before we drive them ever from there.”
And the events of the days to follow proved him to be a true prophet.
THE END
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