So we all raced forward and, bunched together, swept into the main street of Coamo.
Nearer than the village and off to the right was the blockhouse of Llamo de Coamo.
The tone in which he spoke caused me to decide that, after all, I would not keep the flag of Coamo.
Immediately after the surrender this same man became Military Governor of Coamo.
He told me he was the Alcalde, and that he begged to surrender into my hands the town of Coamo.
