{"id":"01KG16VKCHVMDMX0PP5C4C4KRA","cid":"bafkreigj3ltygmdvpcb7ntpoqzmopvn3jnktg7jx5caxg4gxsuysjynr7y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":8477,"extracted_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:56.148Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 4","source_file":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","start_line":8387,"text":"By this time everything was ready and the boys entered the hole, Tom in\r\nthe lead. They toiled their way to the farther end of the tunnel, then\r\nmade their spliced kite-strings fast and moved on. A few steps brought\r\nthem to the spring, and Tom felt a shudder quiver all through him.\r\nHe showed Huck the fragment of candle-wick perched on a lump of clay\r\nagainst the wall, and described how he and Becky had watched the flame\r\nstruggle and expire.\r\n\r\nThe boys began to quiet down to whispers, now, for the stillness and\r\ngloom of the place oppressed their spirits. They went on, and presently\r\nentered and followed Tom’s other corridor until they reached the\r\n“jumping-off place.” The candles revealed the fact that it was not\r\nreally a precipice, but only a steep clay hill twenty or thirty feet\r\nhigh. Tom whispered:\r\n\r\n“Now I’ll show you something, Huck.”\r\n\r\nHe held his candle aloft and said:\r\n\r\n“Look as far around the corner as you can. Do you see that? There—on the\r\nbig rock over yonder—done with candle-smoke.”\r\n\r\n“Tom, it’s a _cross_!”\r\n\r\n“_Now_ where’s your Number Two? ‘_under the cross_,’ hey? Right yonder’s\r\nwhere I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!”\r\n\r\nHuck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice:\r\n\r\n“Tom, less git out of here!”\r\n\r\n“What! and leave the treasure?”\r\n\r\n“Yes—leave it. Injun Joe’s ghost is round about there, certain.”\r\n\r\n“No it ain’t, Huck, no it ain’t. It would ha’nt the place where he\r\ndied—away out at the mouth of the cave—five mile from here.”\r\n\r\n“No, Tom, it wouldn’t. It would hang round the money. I know the ways of\r\nghosts, and so do you.”\r\n\r\nTom began to fear that Huck was right. Misgivings gathered in his mind.\r\nBut presently an idea occurred to him—\r\n\r\n“Lookyhere, Huck, what fools we’re making of ourselves! Injun Joe’s\r\nghost ain’t a going to come around where there’s a cross!”\r\n\r\nThe point was well taken. It had its effect.\r\n\r\n“Tom, I didn’t think of that. But that’s so. It’s luck for us, that\r\ncross is. I reckon we’ll climb down there and have a hunt for that box.”\r\n\r\nTom went first, cutting rude steps in the clay hill as he descended.\r\nHuck followed. Four avenues opened out of the small cavern which the\r\ngreat rock stood in. The boys examined three of them with no result.\r\nThey found a small recess in the one nearest the base of the rock, with\r\na pallet of blankets spread down in it; also an old suspender, some\r\nbacon rind, and the well-gnawed bones of two or three fowls. But there\r\nwas no moneybox. The lads searched and researched this place, but in\r\nvain. Tom said:\r\n\r\n“He said _under_ the cross. Well, this comes nearest to being under the\r\ncross. It can’t be under the rock itself, because that sets solid on the\r\nground.”\r\n\r\nThey searched everywhere once more, and then sat down discouraged. Huck\r\ncould suggest nothing. By-and-by Tom said:\r\n\r\n“Lookyhere, Huck, there’s footprints and some candle-grease on the clay\r\nabout one side of this rock, but not on the other sides. Now, what’s\r\nthat for? I bet you the money _is_ under the rock. I’m going to dig in\r\nthe clay.”\r\n\r\n“That ain’t no bad notion, Tom!” said Huck with animation.\r\n\r\nTom’s “real Barlow” was out at once, and he had not dug four inches\r\nbefore he struck wood.\r\n\r\n“Hey, Huck!—you hear that?”\r\n\r\nHuck began to dig and scratch now. Some boards were soon uncovered and\r\nremoved. They had concealed a natural chasm which led under the rock.\r\nTom got into this and held his candle as far under the rock as he\r\ncould, but said he could not see to the end of the rift. He proposed\r\nto explore. He stooped and passed under; the narrow way descended\r\ngradually. He followed its winding course, first to the right, then to\r\nthe left, Huck at his heels. Tom turned a short curve, by-and-by, and\r\nexclaimed:\r\n\r\n“My goodness, Huck, lookyhere!”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PT6X6J46VEM6WDSV6QEQ","peer_label":"CHAPTER XXXIII","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG16VKCX82S3NRV62CPR5SCZ","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG16VKCH6WB8R8SMCD09439P","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:56.524Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:27:57.503Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}