"Jump!" said Phil quickly, giving Andy a push. "We can't be in a worse fix," and both landed on the planking of the wharf. As they did so, they fairly ran into two men retreating from the blaze. Both were armed with pitchforks. "Hello," yelled one of them. "Smugglers!" "Run for it," directed Phil, and down the wharf both put at their best pace. Andy turned his head to discover the two Tories in hot pursuit of them, as well yelling loudly for their comrades to join in the chase. Phil glanced ahead down the wharf, its location and outlines becoming suddenly familiar to him. As they dodged around a curve in the planking, Phil suddenly exclaimed! "Andy, we're in a trap. If those fellows follow us, it's a sure capture unless we swim for it." The Concord boy saw at a glance what Phil meant. A hundred feet further on the wharf ended, blocked squarely by the wall of a big brick warehouse. "Now I know where we are," panted Phil. "You see that building? It's the old warehouse my father used to own before the Tories came and his business got bad. One of the Musket Boys told me that the redcoats had confiscated it to their own use for storage. Oh, Andy, I have an idea." Whatever his idea, Phil did not pause to discuss it. He knew the old warehouse like a book. Many a gay ramble he had enjoyed over it from attic to cellar, and suddenly there had come to his mind a memory of its outlets where he had escaped playmates in games of hide and seek. Andy came to a sudden halt as Phil did--directly behind the warehouse where a hinged wooden grating covered some wharf subway. Phil pulled at this, and lifted it a few feet. "Jump down," he ordered quickly. "Don't be afraid. I know what I am about," and Andy leaped boldly, and Phil after him, letting down the grating into place just in time. They had landed on a hard clay surface. Holding their breath, they heard their pursuers running down the wharf. They came to a halt, blocked by the warehouse wall. Then the lurkers heard a man's voice ejaculate: "Those two fellows have mysteriously disappeared." "They must have jumped into the river and swum for it, then," came the response. "Come, they've slipped us, and we'd better get back to helping the others shove that blazing hay into the river." Phil expressed a sigh of relief and his comrade nudged him with a chirping chuckle. "What's next?" propounded Andy. "We've got to get into the building," explained Phil, "and out upon the street." "Can we do it?" "I think I know a way, provided things are not too much changed around the old building since I was last here," said Phil. He groped about, located a break in the foundation of the warehouse, and a minute later he had hold of Andy's hand leading him in the darkness across a damp cellar. The boy located a door at its front end and pushed it open. They found themselves under some planking, crept along a few feet, and crawled up a slant of earth leading to the street.