"Do you know what has become of the Mexican flag we found in the commandant's room?"
"Indeed I do not."
"You must go and enquire at once, my good fellow. So soon as you have got it, bring it to me."
"Very good."
The half-breed rose and left the platform; in the meanwhile, the Jaguar, who was leaning over the parapet, seemed deeply interested. In fact, the chase of the privateer by the corvette was beginning at this moment! and the two vessels appeared under full sail.
"Oh, oh," the Jaguar muttered, "how will it end? The brig is very small to carry so large a vessel by storm! Nonsense," he added after a little reflection, "we have seized the fort, then why should they not capture the corvette?"
"I see nothing to prevent it," a voice said at his elbow.
The Jaguar turned and saw the half-breed standing by his side, with a roll of bunting under his arm.
"Well," he asked him, "where is the flag?"
"Here it is."