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They arrived hot and panting, and threw themselves\r\ndown in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.\r\n\r\n“I like this,” said Tom.\r\n\r\n“So do I.”\r\n\r\n“Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your\r\nshare?”\r\n\r\n“Well, I’ll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I’ll go to every\r\ncircus that comes along. I bet I’ll have a gay time.”\r\n\r\n“Well, ain’t you going to save any of it?”\r\n\r\n“Save it? What for?”\r\n\r\n“Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, that ain’t any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day\r\nand get his claws on it if I didn’t hurry up, and I tell you he’d clean\r\nit out pretty quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom?”\r\n\r\n“I’m going to buy a new drum, and a sure’nough sword, and a red necktie\r\nand a bull pup, and get married.”\r\n\r\n“Married!”\r\n\r\n“That’s it.”\r\n\r\n“Tom, you—why, you ain’t in your right mind.”\r\n\r\n“Wait—you’ll see.”\r\n\r\n“Well, that’s the foolishest thing you could do. Look at pap and my\r\nmother. Fight! Why, they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty\r\nwell.”\r\n\r\n“That ain’t anything. The girl I’m going to marry won’t fight.”\r\n\r\n“Tom, I reckon they’re all alike. They’ll all comb a body. Now you\r\nbetter think ’bout this awhile. I tell you you better. What’s the name\r\nof the gal?”\r\n\r\n“It ain’t a gal at all—it’s a girl.”\r\n\r\n“It’s all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some says girl—both’s\r\nright, like enough. Anyway, what’s her name, Tom?”\r\n\r\n“I’ll tell you some time—not now.”\r\n\r\n“All right—that’ll do. Only if you get married I’ll be more lonesomer\r\nthan ever.”\r\n\r\n“No you won’t. You’ll come and live with me. Now stir out of this and\r\nwe’ll go to digging.”\r\n\r\nThey worked and sweated for half an hour. No result. They toiled another\r\nhalfhour. Still no result. Huck said:\r\n\r\n“Do they always bury it as deep as this?”\r\n\r\n“Sometimes—not always. Not generally. I reckon we haven’t got the right\r\nplace.”\r\n\r\nSo they chose a new spot and began again. The labor dragged a little,\r\nbut still they made progress. They pegged away in silence for some time.\r\nFinally Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the beaded drops from his\r\nbrow with his sleeve, and said:\r\n\r\n“Where you going to dig next, after we get this one?”\r\n\r\n“I reckon maybe we’ll tackle the old tree that’s over yonder on Cardiff\r\nHill back of the widow’s.”\r\n\r\n“I reckon that’ll be a good one. But won’t the widow take it away from\r\nus, Tom? It’s on her land.”\r\n\r\n“_She_ take it away! Maybe she’d like to try it once. Whoever finds one\r\nof these hid treasures, it belongs to him. It don’t make any difference\r\nwhose land it’s on.”\r\n\r\nThat was satisfactory. The work went on. By and by Huck said:\r\n\r\n“Blame it, we must be in the wrong place again. What do you think?”\r\n\r\n“It is mighty curious, Huck. I don’t understand it. Sometimes witches\r\ninterfere. I reckon maybe that’s what’s the trouble now.”\r\n\r\n“Shucks! Witches ain’t got no power in the daytime.”\r\n\r\n“Well, that’s so. I didn’t think of that. Oh, I know what the matter is!\r\nWhat a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out where the shadow\r\nof the limb falls at midnight, and that’s where you dig!”\r\n\r\n“Then consound it, we’ve fooled away all this work for nothing. Now hang\r\nit all, we got to come back in the night. It’s an awful long way. 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