Clip was in wild spirits. He was naturally vivacious and fond of change, and the prospect of the river trip made him very happy. Bob, as a practical joke, put on a grave face and said: "Clip, I don't know but I shall have to leave you at home."
"What fo', Massa Bob?" inquired Clip, his face assuming a look of dismay.
"I am afraid my mother won't be able to get along without you. There are so many things to attend to on the ranch."
"I can't do no good on the ranch," said Clip, eagerly. "I'm only a lazy, good-for-nothing nigger."
"Then I don't see how you can help me, Clip," returned Bob, his eyes twinkling as he listened to this candid confession.
"Dat's different, Massa Bob. I ain't no good on the ranch, but I'm powerful help on the river. Please take me along, Massa Bob," pleaded Clip.
"Just as likely as not you'll get lost, Clip. Besides, you might meet your old master from Arkansas."
"He won't catch dis nigger," said Clip, shaking his head, resolutely. "Please let me go, Massa Bob."
"Your arguments are so cogent, Clip, that I suppose I shall have to give in."
Instantly Clip's face was radiant. He didn't know what cogent arguments were, but as long as they had accomplished his desire he was content to remain in ignorance.