WOLVERTON'S ADVENTURE WITH CLIP.
Bob and his mother deliberated as to whether they should charge Mr.
Wolverton openly with the theft of the receipt. On the whole, they
decided to wait a while, and be guided by circumstances. If he took any
measures to collect the money a second time, there would be sufficient
reason to take the aggressive.
Bob had another reason for delay. He intended to acquaint Sam Wolverton
with the matter, and request him to keep on the lookout for the receipt.
Should he find it, he knew that Sam would gladly restore it to the
rightful owner. He cautioned Clip not to say anything about what he saw
on the day of his father's death, as it would put Wolverton on his
guard, and lead him to destroy the receipt if still in his possession.
I must now relate a little incident in which Clip and Aaron Wolverton
were the actors.
The creek on which Burton's Ranch was located was a quarter of a mile
distant from the house. It was about a quarter of a mile wide. Over on
the other side of the creek was the town of Martin, which was quite as
large as Carver. In some respects it was a more enterprising place than
Carver, and the stores were better stocked. For this reason there was
considerable travel across the creek; but as there was no bridge, the
passage must be made by boat.
Bob owned a good boat, which he and Clip used considerably. Both were
good rowers, and during Mr. Burton's life they spent considerable time
in rowing for pleasure. Now Bob's time was so occupied that the boat was
employed only when there was an errand in the opposite village.
"Clip," said Bob, one morning, "I want you to go down to Martin."
"Yes, Massa Bob," said Clip, with alacrity, for he much preferred such a
jaunt to working in the fields.
The errand was to obtain a hammer and a supply of nails at the variety
store in Martin. Clip was rather given to blunder, but still there was
no reason why he should not execute the errand satisfactorily.
Clip went down to the creek, and unfastened the boat. He jumped in, and
began to paddle away, when he heard a voice calling him.
"Here, you Clip!"
Looking round, Clip recognized in the man hailing him Aaron Wolverton.
Mr. Wolverton did not own any boat himself, and when he had occasion to
go across the river he generally managed to secure a free passage with
some one who was going over. If absolutely necessary, he would pay a
nickel; but he begrudged even this small sum, so mean was he.
Clip stopped paddling, and answered the call.
"Hi, Massa Wolverton; what's the matter?"
"Come back here."
"What fo'?"
"I want you to take me over to Martin."
Now Clip was naturally obliging, but he disliked Wolverton as much as
one of his easy good nature could do. So he felt disposed to tantalize
him.
"Can't do it, Massa Wolverton. I'm in a terrible hurry."
"It won't take you a minute to come back."
"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.
"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."
"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!"
"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.
"I'll choke you, if you don't stop," screamed Wolverton.
He rose to catch hold of Clip. The boy jumped up, and ducked his head.
The result of the combined motion was that the boat, which was
flat-bottomed, capsized, and the two were thrown into the water.
There was no danger, for the water at this point was only four feet
deep; and Clip could swim, while Aaron Wolverton was too tall to be
drowned in that depth of water.
Wolverton was almost scared out of his wits. He cut such a ludicrous
figure as he floundered in the water, that Clip screamed with delight.
The black boy swam to the boat, and, managing to right her, got in
again; but Wolverton waded to the shore, almost beside himself with
rage.
"Is you wet, Massa Wolverton?" asked Clip, innocently, showing his white
teeth.
"Come ashore, and I'll lick you!" shouted Wolverton, who had by this
time landed, his clothes dripping wet.
"I reckon I'm too busy," answered Clip, with a grin. "I'm sorry you's
wet, Massa Wolverton. Hi yah!"
"I'll wring your neck, you young tike!" said Wolverton, savagely.
"Dat old man's a hog," mused Clip. "Ain't much like my poor old
gran'ther. _He_ was always kin' an' good. I mind him sittin' in front
of de ole cabin door down in Arkansaw. I 'spec' de old chap's done dead
afore this," concluded Clip, with a sigh.
Clip kept at a safe distance from shore, and the agent was compelled to
defer his vengeance, and go to the house of an acquaintance to borrow
some dry clothes.
When he returned, it is needless to say that it was not in Clip's boat.
He opened his desk, to enter a business transaction in his account-book,
when he made a startling discovery.
_The receipt had disappeared!_