Bob laughed.
"I don't know exactly," he replied; "but I hope I have as many as the average."
"I reckon you've got a lot. You learn awful easy."
"I am afraid I shall have to learn for both of us, Clip."
"Dat's so!" said Clip, in a tone of satisfaction. "Dat'll do just as well."
So Bob was finally obliged to give up teaching Clip in despair. He was led to accept the conclusion of his young protégé that he was never meant for a scholar.
In one respect Bob and Clip shared the prejudices of Mrs. Burton. Neither liked Aaron Wolverton. They felt friendly, however, to Sam Wolverton, the nephew; and more than once Sam, with his appetite unsatisfied at home, came over to Burton's ranch and enjoyed a hearty lunch, thanks to the good offices of Bob Burton.
One day he came over crying, and showed the marks of a severe whipping he had received from his uncle.
"What did you do, Sam?" asked Bob.
Sam mentioned the offense, which was a trifling one, and unintentional besides.