"Who are you?" demanded one of the men.
"Yankee soldiers," I answered.
"What are you doing in our country?" they inquired.
"We are here by order of our General," was the response.
"How many are there of you?" they next wanted to know.
"Two."
"Are you up a tree?" asked one.
"No; we are not the sort of men to take to trees," we informed them.
"Have you killed any of our dogs?"