"May I ask your name?"
"Smith—James Smith," answered the other, with hesitation.
"Very well; when I have sold my cargo I will write you the number of bushels the boat contains."
"Thank you."
"Decidedly, the boy is sharp!" said Minton to himself. "He's no milk-and-water boy!"
He left the boat, and presently joined his friend Brown.
CHAPTER XXX. AN UNLUCKY EVENING.
Bob was still in the habit of getting his supper, and breakfast the next morning, at the different points where he landed. He left Clip on board, in charge of the boat, while he sought a good place to obtain a meal. He found that Rocky Creek possessed but one hotel, and that of a very modest character, bearing the rather imposing name of the Metropolitan Hotel.