dly along the street.

In the Old South Meetinghouse Josiah Quincy was speaking. The sexton
brought in two tallow candles and placed them on the table before the
moderator. There was a stir at the door--a commotion--a turning of
necks in the pews, as the young merchant, Mr. Rotch, entered the
building. Many in the audience thought he had been lukewarm in his
desire to have the tea sent back to London, and were ready to hiss at
him.

"Let us be just," said Doctor Young. "Let no one utter a word against
our fellow-citizen. He is doing all it is possible for him to do to
have the detested tea sent back."

The murmuring ceased as Samuel Adams addressed him:--

"Will you, Mr. Rotch, send the Dartmouth back to London with the tea
on board?"

"Were I to make the attempt in compliance with the request of the
people it would be my ruin."

Roger and all around him saw what they had not seen before, that were
he to make the effort his ship would be seized and himself arrested,
and in all probability sent to England to be tried for treason.

"Who knows how tea will mix with salt water?" shouted John Rowe.

"Let us treat the fishes to a cup of tea," shouted another, and the
windows rattled with their stamping.

"Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"

It was a yell from the street.

"Let the meeting be in order. It is a trick of our enemies to distract
us," shouted some one.

"Order, gentlemen!" cried the moderator.

"Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"

Longer and louder the yell.

"The Mohawks! the Mohawks!" the cry at the door.

Those in the galleries left their seats and hastened down the stairs.
People were rising in the pews and crowding the aisles.

"This meeting can do no more," said Mr. Adams, and he declared it
adjourned.

The people saw forty or fifty Indians who had suddenly appeared upon
the street. Where they came from no one knew, but they were rapidly
making their way to Griffin's Wharf where the ships were lying. Roger
Stanley and a great number of citizens followed them. The sentinels
with muskets on their shoulders, keeping watch over the ships, made no
effort to stop the Mohawks. Roger saw the ship Dartmouth alongside the
wharf and the Elenor and Beaver a little distance from it. The chief
leaped on board the Dartmouth. The captain was on the quarter-deck;
the crew huddled at the bow were astonished to see Indians with
tomahawks climbing over the sides of the vessel.

"The Mohawks will unload your tea. Please direct y