I then called the brother out, and, pointing my revolver at him, said: "There is something going on here besides doctoring a sick child, you young d--l, you! and if you don't tell me in a minute what it is, I'll blow the heart right out of you!" "Mr. Bunker," said he, "is there any forces coming along here?" "Yes, there is a large force coming." "Well, my brother is standing watch up by the railroad. Hadn't I better go up and tell him to come down?" "No; you go into the house and stay there. I'll go after him myself." I then called my men and went into the road, where I ordered them to remain until I should call. I then rode forward to see what was going on. When I came in sight of the railroad crossing, I saw five men; three of the men were mounted and two were not; they did not seem to have any arms. I called to my men to come on, and then dashed up to them with revolver drawn, and demanded of them to surrender. As I was dashing up, the two that were not mounted fled, and the other three stood their ground. "Don't shoot us, Mr. Bunker! Don't, for God's sake!" called out Mr. Ursury, who at once recognized me. "March down into the road, then, if you don't want to be shot! Fine business, this! Good loyal men standing picket for rebel soldiers! March down there! I'll see about this." I then marched them over to where I had left my men, who, failing to hear me call, had remained where I left them. One of the prisoners was an old, gray-headed preacher, by the name of Parson Hamers; I have forgotten the name of the other. The two that I have named I had seen several times before. "What were you doing there at this time of night?" I inquired. "We were watching for some niggers to come along that ran away from my brother-in-law," said Ursury. "Who were those two men with you that ran away?" "I don't know," replied Ursury. I asked the other two, and they denied knowing who they were. "Well, I can tell who they were," I continued. "There are rebel forces over in Mr. Dickens' woods, and those men belong to them, and you men were standing picket for them." This they stoutly denied, and said that if there were any rebel forces there they did not know it. Addressing Parson Hamers, I said; "You are an old, gray-headed man--a preacher of the Gospel; you ought to be ashamed of yourself. An old man like you, with one foot in the grave and the other just ready to slip in, out at this time of night _watching for niggers_! That's a fine excuse! It don't look reasonable. You are a d--d old rebel, with the oath in your pocket, and you deserve to be shot!" I did not know what to do with them; I had two miles further to go, and it was necessary for me to take all my men with me, and to be encumbered with prisoners, in case we should run into a force, would be hazardous. I finally took down their names and released them, and then went on.