"I'll give you two cents," said Wolverton, impatiently.
"Couldn't do it," said Clip. "Ef it was five, now, I might 'sider it."
Finally Wolverton was obliged to accede to Clip's terms, and the colored boy pushed the boat to shore, and took in his passenger.
"Can you row good, Clip?" asked Wolverton, nervously, for he was very much afraid of the water, and he had never had Clip for a boatman before.
"You jes' bet I can, Massa Wolverton. I can row mos' as good as Massa Bob."
"Well, show it then; I am in a hurry to get over the creek."
Clip rowed to the middle of the creek, and then stopped paddling.
"I reckon you'd better pay me the money now, Massa Wolverton," he said.
"Why, you young rascal, are you afraid to trust me?"
"I dunno 'bout dat; but I wants my money."