"They agree," he explained, for it was but pantomime to
Albert. "They salute you as a ruler; they are calling you
Tellaman, which means peacemaker. The Peacemaker, that is
your title. I hope you will deserve it, but I think they might
have chosen a more appropriate one."

"Then I'm really King?" demanded Albert, decidedly, "and I can
do what I please? They give me full power. Quick, do they?"

"Yes, but don't do it," begged Stedman, "and just remember I
am American consul now, and that is a much superior being to a
crowned monarch; you said so yourself."

Albert did not reply to this, but ran across the plaza,
followed by the two Bradleys. The boats had gone.

"Hoist that flag beside the brass cannon," he cried, "and
stand ready to salute it when I drop this one."

Bradley, Jr., grasped the halyards of the flag, which he had
forgotten to raise and salute in the morning in all the
excitement of the arrival of the man-of-war. Bradley, Sr.,
stood by the brass cannon, blowing gently on his lighted fuse.
The Peacemaker took the halyards of the German flag in his two
hands, gave a quick, sharp tug, and down came the red, white,
and black piece of bunting, and the next moment young Bradley
sent the Stars and Stripes up in their place. As it rose,
Bradley's brass cannon barked merrily like a little bull-dog,
and the Peacemaker cheered.