The Jersey Trackers stared at each other in disbelief for a long time. Then Cooper broke the silence.

“I can’t wear this hat! It makes me look like a New England Patriots fan, and you all know I’m a Jets fan, like forever!” declared Cooper as he tried to put his tri-corner hat on backwards like a baseball cap.

Everyone laughed, which broke the tension.

“Leave it to good old Coop to make us feel better,” smiled Chelsea.

Then Simon got serious. “I dressed up as Alexander Hamilton for Halloween last year, and did some research. Trust me, these are authentic colonial clothes.”

“I saw Hamilton, The Musical with my parents,” chimed in Maya as she began to hum one of the popular tunes.

“Nice song, Maya, but seriously,” continued Simon, “they’re called tri-corner hats and Hamilton wore his with the point in front, but General George Washington wore his with a flat side in front. And Maya, Chelsea and Gabby, you’re wearing mobcaps. All colonial girls wore them.”

“Well if it’s good enough for George Washington, then it’s good enough for me,” grinned Cooper as he plopped on his hat, flat side in front.

“I think it’s important that we assimilate,” said Mr. C. as he scanned their surroundings.

“What’s that mean?” asked Jamal.

“It means to blend in,” answered Gabby as she adjusted her homespun apron and straightened Chelsea’s mobcap.

“Yes, Gabby. We need to blend in if we are going to find out where we are and why we are here,” said Mr. C. “And if I’m right, I think we are on the banks of the Delaware River.”

“Then that must be colonial Philadelphia up ahead!” declared Simon excitedly. “Come on, Trackers! Let’s roll!”