a piece of paper with writing on it, Clip," said the widow, adjusting her explanations to Clip's intelligence.
"Golly! I saw de old man take a piece of paper from Massa Burton's pocket after he was dead – when he was a-lyin' on the ground."
"Say that again, Clip," said Bob, eagerly.
Clip repeated it, and answered several questions put to him by Mrs. Burton and Bob.
"It's all clear, mother," said Bob. "That old rascal has got up a scheme to rob you. He thinks there isn't any proof of the payment. If he suspected that Clip had been a witness of his robbery he would have been more careful."
"What shall I do, Bob?"
"Wait a while. Let him show his hand, and then confront him with Clip's testimony. I wonder if he destroyed the receipt?"
"Probably he did so."
"If he didn't, I may get it through Sam. Don't be worried, mother. It'll all come out right."
One thing the widow did not venture to tell Bob – about Mr. Wolverton's matrimonial offer. It would have made him so angry that she feared he would act imprudently.
CHAPTER VII
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
