"Ef you do, what'll 'come of you, Massa Wolverton?" said Clip, not at all alarmed.
This was indeed an important consideration for a man so timid on the water as the real estate agent.
"You put me out of all patience," said Wolverton, furiously. "Are you going to row or are you not?"
"I want my money," said Clip.
Wolverton was compelled to hand over a nickel, but registered a vow that if ever he caught Clip on land, he would make him pay for his impudence.
Clip took the oars, and made very good progress till he was about fifty feet from the other side of the creek. Then he began to make the boat rock, stopping his rowing.
"What are you about?" shouted Wolverton, turning pale.
"It's good fun, ain't it, Massa Wolverton?" said Clip; laughing insolently.
"Stop, you little rascal! You'll upset the boat."
"Golly! ain't dis fun?" said Clip, continuing his rocking.