“That ain’t no bad notion, Tom!” said Huck with animation.
Tom’s “real Barlow” was out at once,and he had not dug four inches before he struck wood.
“Hey, Huck!—you hear that?”
Huck began to dig and scratch now.Some boards were soon uncovered and removed.They had concealed a natural chasm which led under the rock.Tom got into this and held his candle as far under the rock as he could,but said he could not see to the end of the rift.He proposed to explore. He stooped and passed under;the narrow way descended gradually.He followed its winding course, first to the right,then to the left, Huck at his heels.Tom turned a short curve, by-and-by, and exclaimed:
“My goodness, Huck, lookyhere!”
It was the treasure-box, sure enough,occupying a snug little cavern,along with an empty powder-keg,a couple of guns in leather cases,two or three pairs of old moccasins, a leather belt,and some other rubbish well soaked with the water-drip.
“Got it at last!” said Huck, ploughing among the tarnished coins with his hand.“My, but we’re rich, Tom!”
“Huck, I always reckoned we’d get it.It’s just too good to believe, but we _have_ got it, sure!Say—let’s not fool around here. Let’s snake it out.Lemme see if I can lift the box.”
It weighed about fifty pounds. Tom could lift it,after an awkward fashion,but could not carry it conveniently.
“I thought so,” he said;“_They_ carried it like it was heavy,that day at the ha’nted house. I noticed that.I reckon I was right to think of fetching the little bags along. ”
The money was soon in the bags and the boys took it up to the cross rock.
“Now less fetch the guns and things,” said Huck.
“No, Huck—leave them there.They’re just the tricks to have when we go to robbing.We’ll keep them there all the time,and we’ll hold our orgies there, too.It’s an awful snug place for orgies.”
“What orgies?”
“I dono. But robbers always have orgies,and of course we’ve got to have them, too. Come along,Huck, we’ve been in here a long time.It’s getting late, I reckon. I’m hungry, too.We’ll eat and smoke when we get to the skiff.”
They presently emerged into the clump of sumach bushes,looked warily out, found the coast clear,and were soon lunching and smoking in the skiff.As the sun dipped toward the horizon they pushed out and got under way.Tom skimmed up the shore through the long twilight,chatting cheerily with Huck,and landed shortly after dark.
“Now, Huck,” said Tom,“we’ll hide the money in the loft of the widow’s woodshed,and I’ll come up in the morning and we’ll count it and divide,and then we’ll hunt up a place out in the woods for it where it will be safe.Just you lay quiet here and watch the stuff till I run and hook Benny Taylor’s little wagon; I won’t be gone a minute.”
He disappeared, and presently returned with the wagon,put the two small sacks into it,threw some old rags on top of them, and started off,dragging his cargo behind him.When the boys reached the Welshman’s house,they stopped to rest.Just as they were about to move on,the Welshman stepped out and said:
“Hallo, who’s that?”
“Huck and Tom Sawyer.”
“Good!Come along with me, boys,you are keeping everybody waiting. Here—hurry up,trot ahead—I’ll haul the wagon for you. Why,it’s not as light as it might be. Got bricks in it?—or old metal?”
“Old metal,” said Tom.
“I judged so; the boys in this town will take more trouble and fool away more time hunting up six bits’ worth of old iron to sell to the foundry than they would to make twice the money at regular work. But that’s human nature—hurry along, hurry along!”
The boys wanted to know what the hurry was about.
“Never mind; you’ll see,when we get to the Widow Douglas’.”
Huck said with some apprehension—for he was long used to being falsely accused:
“Mr. Jones, we haven’t been doing nothing.”
The Welshman laughed.
“Well, I don’t know, Huck, my boy.I don’t know about that.Ain’t you and the widow good friends?”
“Yes. Well, she’s ben good friends to me, anyway.”
“All right, then. What do you want to be afraid for?”
This question was not entirely answered in Huck’s slow mind before he found himself pushed, along with Tom, into Mrs. Douglas’ drawing-room. Mr. Jones left the wagon near the door and followed.
The place was grandly lighted,and everybody that was of any consequence in the village was there.The Thatchers were there, the Harpers, the Rogerses,Aunt Polly, Sid, Mary, the minister, the editor,and a great many more, and all dressed in their best.The widow received the boys as heartily as any one could well receive two such looking beings. They were covered with clay and candle-grease. Aunt Polly blushed crimson with humiliation, and frowned and shook her head at Tom. Nobody suffered half as much as the two boys did, however. Mr. Jones said:
“Tom wasn’t at home, yet, so I gave him up;but I stumbled on him and Huck right at my door,and so I just brought them along in a hurry.”
“And you did just right,” said the widow. “Come with me, boys.”
She took them to a bedchamber and said:
“Now wash and dress yourselves.Here are two new suits of clothes—shirts, socks,everything complete. They’re Huck’s—no, no thanks,Huck—Mr. Jones bought one and I the other.But they’ll fit both of you. Get into them.We’ll wait—come down when you are slicked up enough.”
Then she left.
CHAPTER XXXIV
Huck said: “Tom, we can slope, if we can find a rope.The window ain’t high from the ground.”
“Shucks!what do you want to slope for?”
“Well, I ain’t used to that kind of a crowd.I can’t stand it. I ain’t going down there, Tom.”
“Oh, bother!It ain’t anything. I don’t mind it a bit.I’ll take care of you.”
Sid appeared.
“Tom,” said he, “auntie has been waiting for you all the afternoon.Mary got your Sunday clothes ready,and everybody’s been fretting about you.Say—ain’t this grease and clay, on your clothes?”
“Now, Mr. Siddy, you jist ’tend to your own business.What’s all this blowout about, anyway?”
“It’s one of the widow’s parties that she’s always having.This time it’s for the Welshman and his sons,on account of that scrape they helped her out of the other night.And say—I can tell you something, if you want to know.”
“Well, what?”
“Why, old Mr. Jones is going to try to spring something on the people here tonight, but I overheard him tell auntie today about it, as a secret, but I reckon it’s not much of a secret now. Everybody knows—the widow, too, for all she tries to let on she don’t. Mr. Jones was bound Huck should be here—couldn’t get along with his grand secret without Huck, you know!”
“Secret about what, Sid?”
“About Huck tracking the robbers to the widow’s.I reckon Mr. Jones was going to make a grand time over his surprise,but I bet you it will drop pretty flat.”
Sid chuckled in a very contented and satisfied way.
“Sid, was it you that told?”
“Oh, never mind who it was._Somebody_ told—that’s enough.”
“Sid, there’s only one person in this town mean enough to do that,and that’s you. If you had been in Huck’s place you’d ’a’ sneaked down the hill and never told anybody on the robbers. You can’t do any but mean things, and you can’t bear to see anybody praised for doing good ones. There—no thanks, as the widow says”—and Tom cuffed Sid’s ears and helped him to the door with several kicks. “Now go and tell auntie if you dare—and tomorrow you’ll catch it!”
Some minutes later the widow’s guests were at the supper-table,and a dozen children were propped up at little side-tables in the same room,after the fashion of that country and that day.At the proper time Mr. Jones made his little speech,in which he thanked the widow for the honor she was doing himself and his sons,but said that there was another person whose modesty—