"You're a Yankee officer, I take it."
"I am, madam."
"What company do you belong to?"
"I am captain of the fourth company of the Riverlawn Cavalry, of Kentucky."
"The Riverlawns!" came in something like a gasp. "Well, I never! Dick! Dick!"
"Well, Martha, what?" growled the colonel, from an inner room. "Send him about his business."
"He belongs to the Riverlawns, Dick,—that cavalry—"
"Hush, Martha." There was the stumping of a wooden leg, and Colonel Bradner appeared. "So you belong to the Riverlawns, Captain? Come in, I would like to talk to you."
"I haven't much time to talk, sir," answered Artie. "I must be on my way. If you will tell me about the roads—"
"In a minute, Captain, in a minute. But I would like a little information myself—about the Riverlawns."