Claiborne chewed a cigar and watched and waited.

Armitage wakened suddenly, sat up and called to Claiborne with a laugh: "I had a perfectly bully dream, old man.

I dreamed that I saw the ensign of Austria-Hungary flying from the flag-staff of this shanty; and by Jove, I'll take the hint! We owe it to the distinguished Ambassador who now approaches to fly his colors over the front door.

We ought to have a trumpeter to herald his arrival--but the white and red ensign with the golden crown--it's in the leather-covered trunk in my room--the one with the most steamer labels on it--go bring it, Claiborne, and we'll throw it to the free airs of Virginia.

And be quick--they ought to be here by this time!" He stood in the door and watched Claiborne haul up the flag, and he made a mockery of saluting it as it snapped out in the fresh morning air.
"The Port of Missing Men! It was designed to be extra-territorial, and there's no treason in hauling up an alien flag," and his high spirits returned, and he stalked back to the fireplace, chaffing Claiborne and warning him against ever again fighting under an unknown banner.
"Here they are," called Claiborne, and flung open the door as Shirley, her father and Baron von Marhof rode up under the billowing ensign.