whiskey. Nobody told me it was you; but I just knowed it must a ben
you, soon as I heard bout that whiskey business; and I knowed you
hadn t got the money becuz you d a got at me some way or other and
told me even if you was mum to everybody else. Tom, something s always
told me we d never get holt of that swag.
Why, Huck, I never told on that tavern-keeper. _You_ know his tavern
was all right the Saturday I went to the picnic. Don t you remember you
was to watch there that night?
Oh yes! Why, it seems bout a year ago. It was that very night that I
follered Injun Joe to the widder s.
_You_ followed him?
Yes but you keep mum. I reckon Injun Joe s left friends behind him, and
I don t want em souring on me and doing me mean tricks. If it hadn t
ben for me he d be down in Texas now, all right.
Then Huck told his entire adventure in confidence to Tom, who had only
heard of the Welshman s part of it before.
Well, said Huck, presently, coming back to the main question, whoever
nipped the whiskey in No. 2, nipped the money, too, I reckon anyways
it s a goner for us, Tom.
Huck, that money wasn t ever in No. 2!
What! Huck searched his comrade s face keenly. Tom, have you got on
the track of that money again?
Huck, it s in the cave!
Huck s eyes blazed.
Say it again, Tom.
The money s in the cave!
Tom honest injun, now is it fun, or earnest?
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