“It is I; open.”
“Are the English gone?”
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I have surrendered.”
“Coward!”
“Be careful, sir! I repeat, I have surrendered the place. It was useless to resist. The terms are noble. We are to be allowed to march out with drums and colors, and make our way to the islands. Our private property is ours. In short, better terms were never given. Therefore open your doors and give yourselves up.”
“I never drew a cowardly breath in my life, Van Curter. This house is my castle; I will keep it against all who come against it.”
“I tell you I have surrendered,” shouted Van Curter.