Mr. Pryor. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. I suppose any feelings about that had long since passed away?
Mr. Pryor. About 5 minutes after we had our misunderstanding, it was all over. In fact, there was a grocery store down on the corner, and not that I am or have in the past ever been a fighter or anything, but we had had our set-to and I blacked his eye, and so then he went over there and there was a wash-stand in the back of the Spur there, and he was washing his face and I walked over to him and told him, I said, “Jack, I’m sorry I’m fighting in your place here and working for you like this, but don’t never call me a name like that because I just don’t appreciate it”, and so he turned around and pop! He hit me right in the eye, you see, and boy! The sparks just flew!
Mr. Hubert. And you got to fighting again?
Mr. Pryor. No; that was all, and so both of us had a big ole’ shiner, and of course, the guys in the band were up on the bandstand and were looking through the curtain. They heard the commotion and they were just rolling.
Mr. Hubert. And you were friendly thereafter?
Mr. Pryor. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. That was some 13 or 14 years ago, was it?
Mr. Pryor. Yes; he goes down and buys two great big steaks and both of us are walking around with these steaks on our eyes. I mean—that’s the type of person, though, that Jack was.
Mr. Hubert. He bought a steak for his own eye that you had given him and one for your eye that he had given you?