"No; but I'll tell you what I think they will do. They will take the boat down the river, and sell the grain in St. Louis, and run off with the money."
This was the conclusion to which Bob was led by Clip's story.
"We won't let 'em, Massa Bob," said Clip, in excitement.
"How shall we help it, Clip?"
"We must get out, and run away."
"I wish I knew how," said Bob.
"If we can get out, we'll take a boat to the city, and git there ahead of 'em."
Somehow Clip's words seemed to reassure Bob. Misery loves company, and the presence of his trusty friend and servant perceptibly lightened Bob's spirits.
"You are right, Clip," he said. "To-morrow we will see what we can do. We can't do anything to-night."
"Who is de little girl, Massa Bob?" asked Clip, suddenly.