Part 20 (1/2)

”Do you know you have no power to fire upon the people except by order of a magistrate?”

”I was obliged to fire to save the sentry.”

”That's a lie,” shouted the crowd.

The surging mult.i.tude compelled the lieutenant-governor to enter the Town House. A few moments later he appeared upon the balcony overlooking King Street.

”I am greatly grieved,” he said, ”at what has happened. I pledge you my honor that this unhappy occurrence shall be inquired into. The law shall have its course. Now, fellow-citizens, let me urge you to retire to your homes.”

”No, no! Send the troops to their barracks. We won't go till they are gone!” the shout from the people.

”I have no power to order them.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Town House.]

”The troops to their barracks! to their barracks!”

”I cannot do it; I have no authority.”

”Arrest Preston! Hang the villains! To the barracks!” shouted the angry mult.i.tude.

”I will consult with the officers,” said Hutchinson.

He went into the council chamber. Louder the outcry of the indignant people. The troops were as they had been, drawn up in two lines, the front rank kneeling, ready to fire upon the gathering mult.i.tude.

Robert felt that it was a critical moment. If the troops were to fire into the surging throng, the gutters would run with blood.

”The troops to their barracks! Away with them!” the cry.

”I will order them to their barracks,” said Colonel Dalrymple, who recognized the danger of the moment.

Robert breathed more freely when the front rank rose, and the troops filed once more through Pudding Lane to their quarters.

Tom Brandon had come with his gun ready to fight. A great crowd gathered around the Town House where the governor was holding a court of inquiry. Robert and Tom edged themselves into the room, and heard what was said and saw what was going on. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when the magistrates directed the sheriff to put Captain Preston and the soldiers who had fired the volley in jail. It was a great satisfaction to Robert and Tom to go up Queen Street and see the redcoats enter the jail and hear the key click in the lock behind them. Civil law was still supreme.

The night was far gone when Robert reached the Brandon home. Although retiring to his chamber, he could not compose himself to sleep. He was looking into the future, wondering what would be the outcome of the ma.s.sacre.

Long before the rising of the sun the following morning, the streets were swarming with people, hastening in from the country, with muskets on their shoulders, with indignation and fierce determination manifest in every feature, a.s.sembling in Faneuil Hall; but only a few of the mult.i.tude could get into the building.

”The Old South! Old South!” cried the people, and the crowd surged through Dock Square and along Cornhill to the Old South Meetinghouse.

Samuel Adams, John Hanc.o.c.k, Joseph Warren, and others were chosen a committee to wait on the governor in the council chamber.

”The inhabitants and soldiery can no longer live together in safety; nothing can restore peace and prevent further carnage but the immediate removal of the troops,” said Mr. Adams, speaking for the committee.

Colonel Dalrymple informed Governor Hutchinson that, as the Twenty-Ninth Regiment had done the mischief, he was willing it should be sent down the harbor to Fort William, and he would direct its removal.

”The people,” said Mr. Adams, ”not only of this town, but of all the surrounding towns, are determined that all the troops shall be removed.”

”To attack the king's troops would be high treason, and every man concerned would forfeit his life and estate,” said Hutchinson.