Great parasols of every shade threw back the brilliant sunlight.

It was still a holiday spectacle, a pageant, and many of the light hearts along the sea wall could not realize that it might yet be something far more.
Anderson, the commander of Sumter, appeared upon the esplanade to meet the boat coming with the white flag.

Harry watched him closely.
He saw a face worn, but set hard and firm, and a figure upright and steady.

The Southerners tied their boat to the wall and climbed upon the esplanade.
"What do you want, gentlemen ?" asked Anderson.
"We have come with our final demand for your surrender," replied the chief Southern officer.

"If you do not yield we fire upon you." Anderson shrugged his shoulders.
"I hear that a fleet from New York is coming to my relief." "It will never be able to force a passage into the harbor." "That may or may not be, but in any event, gentlemen, I tell you that the flag will not come down.