Yes leave it. Injun Joe s ghost is round about there, certain.
No it ain t, Huck, no it ain t. It would ha nt the place where he
died away out at the mouth of the cave five mile from here.
No, Tom, it wouldn t. It would hang round the money. I know the ways of
ghosts, and so do you.
Tom began to fear that Huck was right. Misgivings gathered in his mind.
But presently an idea occurred to him
Lookyhere, Huck, what fools we re making of ourselves! Injun Joe s
ghost ain t a going to come around where there s a cross!
The point was well taken. It had its effect.
Tom, I didn t think of that. But that s so. It s luck for us, that
cross is. I reckon we ll climb down there and have a hunt for that box.
Tom went first, cutting rude steps in the clay hill as he descended.
Huck followed. Four avenues opened out of the small cavern which the
great rock stood in. The boys examined three of them with no result.
They found a small recess in the one nearest the base of the rock, with
a pallet of blankets spread down in it; also an old suspender, some
bacon rind, and the well-gnawed bones of two or three fowls. But there
was no moneybox. The lads searched and researched this place, but in
vain. Tom said:
He said _under_ the cross. Well, this comes nearest to being under the
cross. It can t be under the rock itself, because that sets solid on the
ground.
They searched everywhere once more, and then sat down discouraged. Huck
could suggest nothing. By-and-by Tom said:
Lookyhere, Huck, there s footprints and some candle-grease on the clay
about one side of this rock, but not on the other sides. Now, what s
that for? I bet you the money _is_ under the rock. I m going to dig in
the clay.
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