"Why are you so anxious to know whether any of the Burtons have been here?"
"I thought they might come," answered her brother, evasively. "You haven't seen anything of that black imp, Clip, have you?"
"No; has he any business with you?"
"I have some business with him," snarled Wolverton. "He played a trick on me this morning."
"What sort of a trick?"
"I got him to carry me across the creek in his boat, and he managed to upset me."
"Did he do it a-purpose?"
"Yes; he laughed like a hyena when he saw me floundering in the water."
"If he comes round here, I'll give him a lesson. I can't abide a nigger any way. They're as lazy as sin, and they ain't got no more sense than a monkey. It's my opinion they are a kind of monkey, any way."
Fortunately for the colored race all are not so prejudiced against them as Sally Wolverton—otherwise they would be in a bad case.