So he let it stand up stiffly behind him in the shape of a flagpole.
Roger thought of his torn flag, flapping in the wind on the top of the flagpole.
The deck was deserted, and he crawled to the extreme end of it, near the flagpole.
“Maybe they hung the flagpole in a tree, too,” suggested Pepper, with a grin.
In the top of the flagpole, bore a hole to fit a small flag.