A man stepped forward and announced himself as Alston, a sheriff duly appointed by Gov. Tryon, of the Colony of New York. "It is enough." "You surrender?" "No, by heaven, no! The Yorkers have no power over me. I hold my farm from New Hampshire, and only to the governor of New Hampshire will I relinquish it." "Then we shall use force." "So shall we." "It is treason." "It is loyalty to my country. Boys, these men are crazy; they are so because the moon is at the full." Instantly the Green Mountain Boys were ready to resist any attack. The sheriff gave the order to fire. Both sides obeyed the sheriff, and a blinding smoke rose from the old muskets. No one was hurt, for neither side liked to be the first to shed blood. Another volley was fired, and one of the defenders was wounded. At the word they rushed out and threw themselves on the sheriff's posse, and, with muskets clubbed, they drove the Yorkers back, breaking many a head and inflicting more damage than they received. The Yorkers rallied and loaded their muskets. Sheriff Merrit, with a courage worthy of a better cause, addressed his men. "Yorkers, we must have the body of Ethan Allen, dead or alive. We must quell this revolt against lawful authority. Will you follow me?" "Ay, to the death!" "The courts have decided that the land belongs to New York; the king, God bless him! has confirmed the decree, and opposition to it is treason. Ay, treason, which our king has called upon us to stamp out. Are you ready?" "Ay, we will give our lives for the king." Ethan Allen knew that the very name of the king was sufficient to strike awe into the minds of the people. At that time the king was looked upon as the anointed of Heaven, and only the boldest would dare to say a word against him. Allen was too democratic to look upon George as infallible, and to him he was only the head of the nation, and no better than any other man. But the mass of the people had not shaken off their Old World ideas of royalty. "Boys, it may be that his majesty has confirmed the decree," said Allen, "but he was misinformed, and when he hears from our own governor, the governor from whom we hold our lands, he will change his opinion and secure us in our titles. Until then shall we defend them ourselves?" "Ay, to the death," answered Seth Warner. "Then load your guns, and let us drive back these Yorkers into their own colony." The Green Mountain Boys fell into line, Ethan Allen and Seth Warner in front, and in that order they marched against the sheriff's posse. Volley after volley was fired, and several on each side fell wounded, some fatally. Back fell the Yorkers, and still onward went the gallant boys under Allen's lead. Allen thought the march too slow, and he gave the order to go at double quick. The Yorkers had but little time to load their muskets, and they had not the quickness possessed by the mountaineers.