"Massa Bob will scold."
"You needn't mind that, boy. Come back, I say!"
"I dassn't."
"Don't be a fool, you little nigger. I'll pay you."
"What'll you give?" asked Clip, cautiously.
"I'll give you—a cent."
"Couldn't do it, nohow. What good's a cent to me?"
"A cent's a good deal of money. You can buy a stick of candy."
"'Tain't enough, Massa Wolverton. I ain't goin' to resk gettin' licked for a cent."
Cunning Clip knew that there was no danger of this, but he thought it would serve as an argument.