A touch that helps to show us something of the chivalrous character of Commander Faulknor must be noted in passing. 'The British ensign being displayed over the fort, Captain Faulknor sent his second lieutenant to the casements (_sic_), where the French officers' families, (and) the sick and wounded were, to assure them of protection.' 'After that,' we are told, 'Mr. Hill (the second lieutenant) had the proud duty of letting down the drawbridge to the Commander-in-Chief of the Army.' The securing of the capture, the holding of the fort was, of course, for other people to do. The 100 officers and men of the _Zebra_ were too few to do it. But the boats of the squadron were now alongside the walls and landing their men, and the soldiers were at the gates. There was no object in remaining ashore longer. Captain Faulknor handed over his capture to the senior officer present, and quietly drawing the _Zebra's_ company off, marched them down and returned on board. Then he sent his boats and had the French frigate lying in the _carenage_ taken possession of--the _Bien Venu_ was her name--which was done without resistance, after which, in the most ordinary and matter-of-fact way, just as it were going out of a morning from Portsmouth Harbour to Spithead, he made sail and stood out to rejoin the squadron. The unprecedented scene that followed, is indeed the climax of the whole story. 'Such compliments, that it is impossible for me to relate them--compliments ... without example in the navy,'--were Commander Faulknor's own comments on the extraordinary reception that was accorded him. As the little _Zebra_ was seen approaching, the _Boyne_, Sir John Jervis's flagship, manned yards and rigging. Then, a moment later, when the _Zebra_ had neared the _Boyne_ and was shaping her course to pass under the flagship's stern on her way to reach her station among the other ships, the 'flagship's band, drawn up on the poop, struck up "See the Conquering Hero comes!"' and a tremendous burst of enthusiastic cheering, repeated again and again, rang echoing out to welcome the daring little ship. It was a splendid scene, stirring and magnificent, and worthy of the occasion, but it was not all. There was more to come. The admiral had a part of his own to play.