Part 2 (1/2)
CHAPTER II.
FIRST FRUITS.
On the morning following the a.s.sembly at Liberty Hall, which resulted in the warning given to Master Theophilus Lillie, Hardy Baker, regardless of the fact that Lieutenant Draper's account had been given him in consideration of strict attention to duty, went from his home directly to Hanover Street, instead of to the hair-dressing establishment of Master Piemont, as he should have done.
Once on Hanover Street, all thought of duty was forgotten as he viewed, with no slight degree of pride, that scene of excitement, in the cause of which he had a.s.sisted.
The pole, surmounted by the mutilated figurehead of the sloop and decorated with the names of the merchants who had been faithless to their agreement, was yet in position, as he and his companions had left it a short time previous, and, although the new day was but half an hour old, the throng in front of Master Lillie's shop was so great as to entirely block the street.
The first pa.s.serby, after the darkness of night was so far dissipated that the object could be readily distinguished, had stopped several moments to read the inscription--a difficult task, owing to the faint light. While deciphering, with no slight amount of labour, the result of Jim Gray's work as a painter, the man had been joined by one and another, until the walk directly in front of the shop was crowded to overflowing with the curious, the throng swelling far out into the street, and added to each moment, until, when Hardy Baker arrived, it had become a mob--a good-natured, careless gathering, but yet a mob, which needed but slight provocation to render it unmanageable and dangerous.
It filled Hardy Baker's sensation-loving heart with joy to see the result of the labour in which he had a.s.sisted.
For the moment he forgot that the idea of this symbol of warning was Jim Gray's, and took upon himself all the credit of having thus aroused the populace.
”Could Lieutenant Draper know I have been able to do so much he would be more ready to settle his account, I fancy,” Hardy muttered. ”If he thinks a barber's apprentice has no influence, he should look at this scene. There are nearly as many people here as saw the informer tarred and feathered, and I have had considerably more than a finger in both pies. This should show the good people of Boston what I can do. h.e.l.lo, Chris! Both Christophers, eh?”
This salutation was addressed to little Chris Snyder, who was early abroad according to the agreement made on the night previous, and his companion, Christopher Gore,[B] a lad whom Master Snyder had brought to the scene under promise of showing him something rare.
”Has Master Lillie seen that yet?” Snyder asked, gleefully, as he motioned with his thumb toward the pole.
”I can't say. I have been here only a few moments, and when I came the throng was as great as you see it now.”
”It isn't reasonable to suppose the shopkeeper doesn't know what has caused so great a gathering,” Chris Gore said, placidly, and added, with a meaning look at Hardy, ”If I had taken any part in raising that warning I should be careful to keep the fact a secret.”
”Why?” Hardy asked, quickly, and looking just a trifle disturbed.
”Because more may come of it than in the case of the informer. Master Theophilus Lillie, although he may not be loved by some of us, is patronised by Governor Hutchinson.”
”Well, and what then? He made an agreement, only to break it before the words were cold, and should suffer for it,” Hardy replied, defiantly.
”I am not defending him, but simply gave words to my thoughts.”
”And you believe trouble will come to those who put that up?”
”I said not so, yet I believe it will be well if those who have thus advised Master Lillie keep the fact that they were concerned in the work a secret. Who is that now coming from the house?”
”Ebenezer Richardson, the informer, and Amos's uncle. Surely you should know him.”
”I never saw him before, but have heard much of his doings.”
”And so have others,” Hardy replied, in a significant tone. ”If he is wise he will stay in the house this day, for there yet remains in the city of Boston plenty of tar and feathers.”
”And you think he may get a new coat?”
”It won't be long coming,” the barber's apprentice replied, in a meaning tone, as if his especial mission in life was to correct the shortcomings of others. ”Now that this work has been begun by the boys of Boston, it will be continued by them.”
”You said that this Richardson is a relative of our friend Amos?”