“And to which a flag has been fastened,” the boatswain added; “and the flag is still there!”
A flag at the summit of this peak!
Yes; and the breeze was beginning to stir the flag, although from this distance the colours could not be identified.
“Then there are inhabitants on this island!” Frank exclaimed.
“Not a doubt of it!” Jenny declared.
“Or if not,” Fritz went on, “it is clear, at any rate, that someone has taken possession of it.”
“What island is this, then?” James Wolston demanded.
“Or, rather, what flag is this?” Captain Gould added.
“An English flag!” the boatswain cried. “Look: red bunting with the yacht in the corner!”
The wind had just spread out the flag, and it certainly was a British flag.