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  CHAPTER VI. PLANS TO SECURE THE DIAMONDS

  WE tramped along behind Jim and Lem till we come to the back stile whereold Jim's cabin was that he was captivated in, the time we set him free,and here come the dogs piling around us to say howdy, and there was thelights of the house, too; so we warn't afeard any more, and was going toclimb over, but Tom says:

  "Hold on; set down here a minute. By George!"

  "What's the matter?" says I.

  "Matter enough!" he says. "Wasn't you expecting we would be the firstto tell the family who it is that's been killed yonder in the sycamores,and all about them rapscallions that done it, and about the di'mondsthey've smouched off of the corpse, and paint it up fine, and have theglory of being the ones that knows a lot more about it than anybodyelse?"

  "Why, of course. It wouldn't be you, Tom Sawyer, if you was to letsuch a chance go by. I reckon it ain't going to suffer none for lack ofpaint," I says, "when you start in to scollop the facts."

  "Well, now," he says, perfectly ca'm, "what would you say if I was totell you I ain't going to start in at all?"

  I was astonished to hear him talk so. I says:

  "I'd say it's a lie. You ain't in earnest, Tom Sawyer?"

  "You'll soon see. Was the ghost barefooted?"

  "No, it wasn't. What of it?"

  "You wait--I'll show you what. Did it have its boots on?"

  "Yes. I seen them plain."

  "Swear it?"

  "Yes, I swear it."

  "So do I. Now do you know what that means?"

  "No. What does it mean?"

  "Means that them thieves DIDN'T GET THE DI'MONDS."

  "Jimminy! What makes you think that?"

  "I don't only think it, I know it. Didn't the breeches and gogglesand whiskers and hand-bag and every blessed thing turn to ghost-stuff?Everything it had on turned, didn't it? It shows that the reason itsboots turned too was because it still had them on after it started to goha'nting around, and if that ain't proof that them blatherskites didn'tget the boots, I'd like to know what you'd CALL proof."

  Think of that now. I never see such a head as that boy had. Why, I hadeyes and I could see things, but they never meant nothing to me. But TomSawyer was different. When Tom Sawyer seen a thing it just got up on itshind legs and TALKED to him--told him everything it knowed. I never seesuch a head.

  "Tom Sawyer," I says, "I'll say it again as I've said it a many a timebefore: I ain't fitten to black your boots. But that's all right--that'sneither here nor there. God Almighty made us all, and some He gives eyesthat's blind, and some He gives eyes that can see, and I reckon it ain'tnone of our lookout what He done it for; it's all right, or He'd 'a'fixed it some other way. Go on--I see plenty plain enough, now, thatthem thieves didn't get way with the di'monds. Why didn't they, do youreckon?"

  "Because they got chased away by them other two men before they couldpull the boots off of the corpse."

  "That's so! I see it now. But looky here, Tom, why ain't we to go andtell about it?"

  "Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, can't you see? Look at it. What's a-going tohappen? There's going to be an inquest in the morning. Them two men willtell how they heard the yells and rushed there just in time to not savethe stranger. Then the jury'll twaddle and twaddle and twaddle, andfinally they'll fetch in a verdict that he got shot or stuck or bustedover the head with something, and come to his death by the inspirationof God. And after they've buried him they'll auction off his things forto pay the expenses, and then's OUR chance." "How, Tom?"

  "Buy the boots for two dollars!"

  Well, it 'most took my breath.

  "My land! Why, Tom, WE'LL get the di'monds!"

  "You bet. Some day there'll be a big reward offered for them--a thousanddollars, sure. That's our money! Now we'll trot in and see the folks.And mind you we don't know anything about any murder, or any di'monds,or any thieves--don't you forget that."

  I had to sigh a little over the way he had got it fixed. I'd 'a' SOLDthem di'monds--yes, sir--for twelve thousand dollars; but I didn't sayanything. It wouldn't done any good. I says:

  "But what are we going to tell your aunt Sally has made us so longgetting down here from the village, Tom?"

  "Oh, I'll leave that to you," he says. "I reckon you can explain itsomehow."

  He was always just that strict and delicate. He never would tell a liehimself.

  We struck across the big yard, noticing this, that, and t'other thingthat was so familiar, and we so glad to see it again, and when we got tothe roofed big passageway betwixt the double log house and the kitchenpart, there was everything hanging on the wall just as it used to was,even to Uncle Silas's old faded green baize working-gown with the hoodto it, and raggedy white patch between the shoulders that always lookedlike somebody had hit him with a snowball; and then we lifted the latchand walked in. Aunt Sally she was just a-ripping and a-tearing around,and the children was huddled in one corner, and the old man he washuddled in the other and praying for help in time of need. She jumpedfor us with joy and tears running down her face and give us a whackingbox on the ear, and then hugged us and kissed us and boxed us again, andjust couldn't seem to get enough of it, she was so glad to see us; andshe says:

  "Where HAVE you been a-loafing to, you good-for-nothing trash! I've beenthat worried about you I didn't know what to do. Your traps has beenhere ever so long, and I've had supper cooked fresh about four times soas to have it hot and good when you come, till at last my patience isjust plumb wore out, and I declare I--I--why I could skin you alive! Youmust be starving, poor things!--set down, set down, everybody; don't loseno more time."

  It was good to be there again behind all that noble corn-pone andspareribs, and everything that you could ever want in this world. OldUncle Silas he peeled off one of his bulliest old-time blessings, withas many layers to it as an onion, and whilst the angels was hauling inthe slack of it I was trying to study up what to say about what keptus so long. When our plates was all loadened and we'd got a-going, sheasked me, and I says:

  "Well, you see,--er--Mizzes--"

  "Huck Finn! Since when am I Mizzes to you? Have I ever been stingy ofcuffs or kisses for you since the day you stood in this room and I tookyou for Tom Sawyer and blessed God for sending you to me, though youtold me four thousand lies and I believed every one of them like asimpleton? Call me Aunt Sally--like you always done."

  So I done it. And I says:

  "Well, me and Tom allowed we would come along afoot and take a smell ofthe woods, and we run across Lem Beebe and Jim Lane, and they askedus to go with them blackberrying to-night, and said they could borrowJubiter Dunlap's dog, because he had told them just that minute--"

  "Where did they see him?" says the old man; and when I looked up to seehow HE come to take an intrust in a little thing like that, his eyes wasjust burning into me, he was that eager. It surprised me so it kind ofthrowed me off, but I pulled myself together again and says:

  "It was when he was spading up some ground along with you, towardssundown or along there."

  He only said, "Um," in a kind of a disappointed way, and didn't take nomore intrust. So I went on. I says:

  "Well, then, as I was a-saying--"

  "That'll do, you needn't go no furder." It was Aunt Sally. She wasboring right into me with her eyes, and very indignant. "Huck Finn,"she says, "how'd them men come to talk about going a-black-berrying inSeptember--in THIS region?"

  I see I had slipped up, and I couldn't say a word. She waited, stilla-gazing at me, then she says:

  "And how'd they come to strike that idiot idea of going a-blackberryingin the night?"

  "Well, m'm, they--er--they told us they had a lantern, and--"

  "Oh, SHET up--do! Looky here; what was they going to do with a dog?--huntblackberries with it?"

  "I think, m'm, they--"

  "Now, Tom Sawyer, what kind of a lie are you fixing YOUR mouth tocontribit to this mess of rubbage? Speak out--and I warn you before youbegin, that I don't believe a word of it. You and Huc
k's been up tosomething you no business to--I know it perfectly well; I know you,BOTH of you. Now you explain that dog, and them blackberries, and thelantern, and the rest of that rot--and mind you talk as straight as astring--do you hear?"

  Tom he looked considerable hurt, and says, very dignified:

  "It is a pity if Huck is to be talked to that way, just for making alittle bit of a mistake that anybody could make."

  "What mistake has he made?"

  "Why, only the mistake of saying blackberries when of course he meantstrawberries."

  "Tom Sawyer, I lay if you aggravate me a little more, I'll--"

  "Aunt Sally, without knowing it--and of course without intending it--youare in the wrong. If you'd 'a' studied natural history the way youought, you would know that all over the world except just here inArkansaw they ALWAYS hunt strawberries with a dog--and a lantern--"

  But she busted in on him there and just piled into him and snowed himunder. She was so mad she couldn't get the words out fast enough, andshe gushed them out in one everlasting freshet. That was what Tom Sawyerwas after. He allowed to work her up and get her started and then leaveher alone and let her burn herself out. Then she would be so aggravatedwith that subject that she wouldn't say another word about it, nor letanybody else. Well, it happened just so. When she was tuckered out andhad to hold up, he says, quite ca'm:

  "And yet, all the same, Aunt Sally--"

  "Shet up!" she says, "I don't want to hear another word out of you."

  So we was perfectly safe, then, and didn't have no more trouble aboutthat delay. Tom done it elegant.