"You haven't earned it yet. What are you afraid of?"
"You might forget to pay me, Massa Wolverton."
"No, I sha'n't. Push on."
"I'm goin' to sleep," said Clip, lying back in a lazy attitude.
"You young rascal! I've a good mind to fetch you a slap on the side of the head."
"Better not, Massa Wolverton," drawled Clip. "Might upset the boat."
"Give me the oars," said Wolverton, impatiently.
He took them; but he had never rowed in his life, and he almost immediately turned the boat around.
"Hi, yah!" laughed Clip, delighted. "Where was you raised, Massa Wolverton, not to understand rowin' no better dan dat?"
"Take the oars, you black scoundrel, and row me across, or I'll pitch you out of the boat!"