Sometimes not always. Not generally. I reckon we haven t got the right
place.
So they chose a new spot and began again. The labor dragged a little,
but still they made progress. They pegged away in silence for some time.
Finally Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the beaded drops from his
brow with his sleeve, and said:
Where you going to dig next, after we get this one?
I reckon maybe we ll tackle the old tree that s over yonder on Cardiff
Hill back of the widow s.
I reckon that ll be a good one. But won t the widow take it away from
us, Tom? It s on her land.
_She_ take it away! Maybe she d like to try it once. Whoever finds one
of these hid treasures, it belongs to him. It don t make any difference
whose land it s on.
That was satisfactory. The work went on. By and by Huck said:
Blame it, we must be in the wrong place again. What do you think?
It is mighty curious, Huck. I don t understand it. Sometimes witches
interfere. I reckon maybe that s what s the trouble now.
Shucks! Witches ain t got no power in the daytime.
Well, that s so. I didn t think of that. Oh, I know what the matter is!
What a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out where the shadow
of the limb falls at midnight, and that s where you dig!
Then consound it, we ve fooled away all this work for nothing. Now hang
it all, we got to come back in the night. It s an awful long way. Can
you get out?
I bet I will. We ve got to do it tonight, too, because if somebody sees
these holes they ll know in a minute what s here and they ll go for it.
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