"Now, row with all your might," said the agent, as he seated himself in one end of the boat.
"Your fare, please," said Otto.
"I'll pay you when the trip is over," said Wolverton. "It's a poor paymaster that pays in advance."
"Then you'd better get out of the boat. Railroad and boat tickets are always paid in advance."
"I'll give you ten cents now, and the balance when I land."
"It won't do, Mr. Wolverton. I don't care much about the job anyway; I'm in a hurry to get home."
Otto lived about half a mile further down the creek.
Much against his will, the agent was obliged to deposit the passage-money in the boy's hand before he would consent to take up the oars and commence rowing.
"That rascal Sam is putting me to all this expense," he said to himself. "I'll take my pay out of his skin once I get hold of him."
Clip went up to the barrel in which Sam was concealed.