"The 4th Ohio Cavalry."
"What is your Colonel's name?" said one.
"Colonel John Kennett," I answered, slowly, and with a dubious look.
"What is your Captain's name?" inquired another.
"Captain O. P. Robie," I told him.
"Where is your command?" asked one who appeared to be a man of consequence.
"At Shelbyville."
"Well," he continued, "if your command is there, what are you doing here by yourself?"
"Why, sir," I responded, "if you want to know, I came to demand the surrender of this town."
"Well, well," said the man; "that is too good. One man to take a town like this," and they enjoyed the joke hugely.