Chapter ONE - Weebly

Berson paying.”
“Speaking of jobs, why aren’t you at the wharf?”
The younger man’s expression soured. “Why d’you
think?” he said. “I showed up this morning and no one
was working. Mister Woodman was there himself
turning boys away. ‘We don’t want any rabble working
here today,’ he said. ‘And not for a while to come,
either.’” Diver shook his head, his expression dark. “He
wasn’t the only one, either. Merchants seem to think
that every grub in Boston was with that mob. So I left
and decided to go to the Dowser. But there’s talk of
some of these merchants hiring toughs to walk the
streets. ‘Keep the rabble at bay.’ That’s what they’re
sayin’ anyway. Thought you were one of them, for a
moment.”
“I figured it must be something like that,” Ethan said.
“But you might want to think twice about reaching for
your blade every time someone puts a hand on you.”
“It’s this deal with the French,” Diver said, his voice
falling to a whisper as he glanced around to see that no
one could hear. “Has me on edge, you know?”
“I figured that, too.” Ethan put his hand on the man’s