An hour or so later Jack and Solomon were seized by a group of ruffians.
"Here are the damn Tories!" one of them shouted.
"Friends o' murderers!" was the cry of another.
"Le's hang 'em!" Solomon immediately knocked the man down who had called them Tories and seized another and tossed him so far in the crowd as to give it pause.
"I don't mind bein' hung," he shouted, "not if it's done proper, but no man kin call me a Tory lessen my hands are tied, without gittin' hurt.
An' if my hands was tied I'd do some hollerin', now you hear to me." A man back in the crowd let out a laugh as loud as the braying of an ass.

Others followed his example.

The danger was passed.

Solomon shouted: "I used to know Preston when I were a scout in Amherst's army fightin' Injuns an' Frenchmen, which they's more'n twenty notches on the stock o' my rifle an' fourteen on my pelt, an' my name is Solomon Binkus from Albany, New York, an' if you'll excuse us, we'll put fer hum as soon as we kin git erway convenient." They started for The Ship and Anchor with a number of men and boys following and trying to talk with them.
"I'll tell ye, Jack, they's trouble ahead," said Solomon as they made their way through the crowded streets.
Many were saying that there could be no more peace with England.
In the morning they learned that three men had been killed and five others wounded by the soldiers.

Squads of men and boys with loaded muskets were marching into town from the country.
Jack and Solomon attended the town meeting that day in the old South Meeting-House.