Go for all of em!
Why, Tom, it ll take all summer.
Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred dollars
in it, all rusty and gray, or rotten chest full of di monds. How s
that?
Huck s eyes glowed.
That s bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you gimme the hundred
dollars and I don t want no di monds.
All right. But I bet you I ain t going to throw off on di monds. Some
of em s worth twenty dollars apiece there ain t any, hardly, but s
worth six bits or a dollar.
No! Is that so?
Cert nly anybody ll tell you so. Hain t you ever seen one, Huck?
Not as I remember.
Oh, kings have slathers of them.
Well, I don know no kings, Tom.
I reckon you don t. But if you was to go to Europe you d see a raft of
em hopping around.
Do they hop?
Hop? your granny! No!
Well, what did you say they did, for?
Shucks, I only meant you d _see_ em not hopping, of course what do
they want to hop for? but I mean you d just see em scattered around,
you know, in a kind of a general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard.
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