Suddenly the ship’s bell rang out, five great clangs. Filigree jumped and so did Thomas, Joshua, and Mr. Revere. Filigree dove back under the bench. Then all was quiet on the water.

“Five bells,” grunted Joshua, using all his strength to row.

“That’d make it about ten thirty,” whispered Thomas.

“Quiet,” shushed Mr. Revere. “Not much longer now.”

Filigree peeked out again.

Before them, coming up fast, was the shore and Charlestown Battery.

The Battery was made up of wharves and docks, smaller than the ones in Boston. The boat bumped to a stop. Mr. Revere, Thomas, and Joshua stepped out. They tied the boat to the dock with a long rope.

Filigree climbed up onto the bench so that he could jump to shore. But the shore was too far away.

Mr. Revere was going to leave without him!