“Who comes there?”
The reserve came galloping down the hill. After the usual challenges and answers had been given, the lieutenant inquired:
“Who fired that shot?”
“'Twas me,” replied Tavlor.
“What did you fire at?”
“A bushwhacker.”
“Where?”
“Over by the wall.”
“Did you see him?”
“Of course I did; you don't suppose I'd fire at the moon, do you?”