Allen flourished his sword as he replied:
"In the name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental Congress!"
Delaplace did not hesitate.
A sword was in close proximity to his heart, the shouts of the men outside showed that the enemy was in possession of the fort, so what could he do but surrender?
He reached to the side of the bed and took his sword.
"There is my sword, sir. I trust that you will allow me to dress."
"Certainly; report to me in half an hour. Sorry to disturb your sleep, captain, but war, you know, is not always considerate."
The English flag was borne on the breeze, and floated proudly over the fort.
Allen looked up at it and sighed.
It was a gallant flag, and a brave man does not like to see a flag of a great nation humiliated, even though he is fighting against it.