It will be remembered that it was in the night that the British troops sneaked out of Boston to go after the powder stored at Concord. It was also in the night that the royal governor, Lord Dunmore, secretly removed the powder from the old arsenal in Williamsburg and put it aboard the British vessel _Magdalen_ in the York River. The British in Boston didn't get the powder, but Dunmore's men did, only there were but fifteen half-barrels of it. The population of Williamsburg at the time was only about two thousand, and it must be remembered that the country round about was not so thickly settled as Massachusetts, consequently the minute men couldn't assemble so quickly; but there was buzzing enough in the morning when it was discovered what Lord Dunmore had done. The minute men of the town were for marching to Dunmore's house and seizing him, but cooler heads prevailed. The two boys had spent the previous day looking over the capital and visiting the college at the other end of the one long street, three quarters of a mile distant. They lodged at the famous Raleigh Tavern, which had sheltered the most prominent men of the day, and so were right in the midst of the hubbub when the excitement began. Out in the street they watched the people assemble and listened to the talk. When some one proposed marching on the "palace," a tipsy fellow cried out, "You jes' th' feller t' go." Then when another bystander interfered and tried to take him away, he began to struggle, and was being roughly handled when a fat, pompous man bristled up, saying, "Treat him kindly." At that moment the drunken man, swinging his arms about wildly, struck the pompous man on the head, knocking his old three-cornered hat into the dust. The change in the fat philanthropist was marvellous, for he jumped up and down crying, "Kill him, kill him." The crowd laughed. A man came running toward them saying, "They've sent for Patrick Henry." "I'll see him, after all," exclaimed Angus. "I've got a message for him, so we had better ride to his home in New Castle. We may meet him," Rodney replied. "I want to see him and I want to see the fun." "Want to keep your cake and eat it too," replied Rodney. Just then a report spread through the crowd that Dunmore had seized the powder for the purpose of sending it to another county where he feared there would be an uprising of the blacks. "We're likely to have one of our own," exclaimed a bystander. An old woman, somewhat deaf, cried, "The blacks are risin'! I knowed it. I didn't dream of snakes fer nothin'." "If I had your imagination, Granny Snodgrass, I'd make molasses taffy out o' moonshine," remarked a pert miss. "Looks to me, Angus, as though these people were going to do their fighting with their tongues," said Rodney. "So let's get away to New Castle."