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Tom turned a short curve, by-and-by, and\r\nexclaimed:\r\n\r\n“My goodness, Huck, lookyhere!”\r\n\r\nIt was the treasure-box, sure enough, occupying a snug little cavern,\r\nalong with an empty powder-keg, a couple of guns in leather cases, two\r\nor three pairs of old moccasins, a leather belt, and some other rubbish\r\nwell soaked with the water-drip.\r\n\r\n“Got it at last!” said Huck, ploughing among the tarnished coins with\r\nhis hand. “My, but we’re rich, Tom!”\r\n\r\n“Huck, I always reckoned we’d get it. It’s just too good to believe, but\r\nwe _have_ got it, sure! Say—let’s not fool around here. Let’s snake it\r\nout. Lemme see if I can lift the box.”\r\n\r\nIt weighed about fifty pounds. Tom could lift it, after an awkward\r\nfashion, but could not carry it conveniently.\r\n\r\n“I thought so,” he said; “_They_ carried it like it was heavy, that day\r\nat the ha’nted house. I noticed that. I reckon I was right to think of\r\nfetching the little bags along.”\r\n\r\nThe money was soon in the bags and the boys took it up to the cross\r\nrock.\r\n\r\n“Now less fetch the guns and things,” said Huck.\r\n\r\n“No, Huck—leave them there. They’re just the tricks to have when we\r\ngo to robbing. We’ll keep them there all the time, and we’ll hold our\r\norgies there, too. It’s an awful snug place for orgies.”\r\n\r\n“What orgies?”\r\n\r\n“I dono. But robbers always have orgies, and of course we’ve got to\r\nhave them, too. Come along, Huck, we’ve been in here a long time. It’s\r\ngetting late, I reckon. I’m hungry, too. We’ll eat and smoke when we get\r\nto the skiff.”\r\n\r\nThey presently emerged into the clump of sumach bushes, looked warily\r\nout, found the coast clear, and were soon lunching and smoking in the\r\nskiff. As the sun dipped toward the horizon they pushed out and got\r\nunder way. Tom skimmed up the shore through the long twilight, chatting\r\ncheerily with Huck, and landed shortly after dark.\r\n\r\n“Now, Huck,” said Tom, “we’ll hide the money in the loft of the widow’s\r\nwoodshed, and I’ll come up in the morning and we’ll count it and divide,\r\nand then we’ll hunt up a place out in the woods for it where it will be\r\nsafe. Just you lay quiet here and watch the stuff till I run and hook\r\nBenny Taylor’s little wagon; I won’t be gone a minute.”\r\n\r\nHe disappeared, and presently returned with the wagon, put the two small\r\nsacks into it, threw some old rags on top of them, and started off,\r\ndragging his cargo behind him. When the boys reached the Welshman’s\r\nhouse, they stopped to rest. Just as they were about to move on, the\r\nWelshman stepped out and said:\r\n\r\n“Hallo, who’s that?”\r\n\r\n“Huck and Tom Sawyer.”\r\n\r\n“Good! Come along with me, boys, you are keeping everybody waiting.\r\nHere—hurry up, trot ahead—I’ll haul the wagon for you. Why, it’s not as\r\nlight as it might be. Got bricks in it?—or old metal?”\r\n\r\n“Old metal,” said Tom.\r\n\r\n“I judged so; the boys in this town will take more trouble and fool away\r\nmore time hunting up six bits’ worth of old iron to sell to the foundry\r\nthan they would to make twice the money at regular work. But that’s\r\nhuman nature—hurry along, hurry along!”\r\n\r\nThe boys wanted to know what the hurry was about.\r\n\r\n“Never mind; you’ll see, when we get to the Widow Douglas’.”\r\n\r\nHuck said with some apprehension—for he was long used to being falsely\r\naccused:\r\n\r\n“Mr. Jones, we haven’t been doing nothing.”\r\n\r\nThe Welshman laughed.\r\n\r\n“Well, I don’t know, Huck, my boy. I don’t know about that. Ain’t you\r\nand the widow good friends?”\r\n\r\n“Yes. Well, she’s ben good friends to me, anyway.”\r\n\r\n“All right, then. 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