“Oh, yes, yes,” said the planter to Huntley, “I think I remember you. I trust you’ve been well, sir.”
“Tolerable,” said Huntley. Then, looking at Crockett, “How are you, colonel?”
“Good-evening,” replied the backwoodsman.
“Haven’t seen you since you were electioneering for your second term in Congress,” said the man.
“I don’t think I’ve run across you, either,” said Crockett, evenly. “But I remember seeing you then, well enough. You were making speeches right and left against me.”
Huntley laughed loudly.
“Ah, well, colonel,” said he, “it’s these little differences of opinion that make life worth living. I did work against you, that’s a fact, but because I was of opposite beliefs, and not through any sort of ill will.”
Crockett smiled drolly.
“Have it your own way,” said he.
Huntley seemed especially earnest; he took a step nearer to the backwoodsman.