hurried breakfast and go and find Huck.
Huck was sitting on the gunwale of a flatboat, listlessly dangling his
feet in the water and looking very melancholy. Tom concluded to let Huck
lead up to the subject. If he did not do it, then the adventure would be
proved to have been only a dream.
Hello, Huck!
Hello, yourself.
Silence, for a minute.
Tom, if we d a left the blame tools at the dead tree, we d a got
the money. Oh, ain t it awful!
Tain t a dream, then, tain t a dream! Somehow I most wish it was.
Dog d if I don t, Huck.
What ain t a dream?
Oh, that thing yesterday. I been half thinking it was.
Dream! If them stairs hadn t broke down you d a seen how much dream
it was! I ve had dreams enough all night with that patch-eyed Spanish
devil going for me all through em rot him!
No, not rot him. _Find_ him! Track the money!
Tom, we ll never find him. A feller don t have only one chance for such
a pile and that one s lost. I d feel mighty shaky if I was to see him,
anyway.
Well, so d I; but I d like to see him, anyway and track him out to his
Number Two.
Number Two yes, that s it. I been thinking bout that. But I can t make
nothing out of it. What do you reckon it is?
I dono. It s too deep. Say, Huck maybe it s the number of a house!
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