Richard? What s his other name?
He didn t have any other name. Kings don t have any but a given name.
No?
But they don t.
Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don t want to be a king
and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But say where you going
to dig first?
Well, I don t know. S pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree on the
hill t other side of Still-House branch?
I m agreed.
So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their
three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw themselves
down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.
I like this, said Tom.
So do I.
Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your
share?
Well, I ll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I ll go to every
circus that comes along. I bet I ll have a gay time.
Well, ain t you going to save any of it?
Save it? What for?
Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by.
Oh, that ain t any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day
and get his claws on it if I didn t hurry up, and I tell you he d clean
it out pretty quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom?
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