Even as the fellow's gloved hand came sharply up to his cap visor, Sheridan snapped out: "Orderly, see if you recognize this man." Erect, the very impersonation of military discipline, the soldier crossed the room, and stared into the unshaven face of the Sergeant.
Suddenly his eyes brightened, and he wheeled about as if on a pivot, again bringing his gloved hand up in salute.
"Eet vas Colonel Hamlin, I tink ya," he said in strong German accent.
"I know heem." The Sergeant gripped his arm, bringing his face about once more.
"You are Shultz--Sergeant-Major Shultz!" he cried.

"What ever became of you?
What is it you know ?" "Wait a minute, Hamlin," said Sheridan quickly, rising to his feet.

"I can explain this much better than that Dutchman.

He means well enough, but his tongue twists.

It seems Custer met you once in the Shenandoah, and later heard of your dismissal from the service.