“Do you want anything?” he asked, sneeringly.
“I wish to go into the cabin,” replied the boy. “Will you kindly step out of the way?”
Colonel Huntley laughed in an unpleasant manner, but did not move.
“I think,” said he, “I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
“Perhaps,” said the boy.
“You’re the son of Carroll Jordan, attorney, at Louisville?” said Colonel Huntley.
“I am,” said Walter.
“I knew your father,” sneered Huntley.
“If you did,” came the boy’s swift reply, “you knew one of the finest gentlemen in Kentucky.”
The mockery in Huntley’s eyes increased.