"To what end?" "I want to be with some one who is friendly," and Master Piemont's assistant spoke in a tone of such dejection that Amos's heart was touched. "Where do you live?" "Nowhere now. Master Piemont declares I shall not stay in the house another hour--you know the terms of my apprenticeship were that he should give me a home." "Then what do you intend to do, Hardy?" and now Amos began to display some concern. "I shall walk to Salem, where my parents live, if I cannot find other work here. I am afraid when people know it was through me that the trouble began at the Custom House, they will feel as Master Piemont does, and refuse to hire me." "You can't walk to Salem to-night. Where will you sleep?" "That makes no difference. If you will only be friendly with me, Amos, I can get along somehow." "You shall go home with me, Hardy, and after the excitement has died away people will begin to realise that you are not as much to blame as now appears. Even Jim Gray will see the matter in another light, as soon as his grief has subsided." With this reconciliation it is necessary, because the purpose of this book is finished, to bid adieu to the boys whom we have met under the Liberty Tree, for in nowise would the incidents of their lives interest the reader, until after the lapse of many months, when we may, perchance, meet them again, while relating certain events connected with the Siege of Boston. * * * * * The following is taken from Arthur Gilman's "Story of Boston."