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You’ve heard me talk just\r\nthat way—haven’t you, Huck? I’ll leave it to Huck if I haven’t.”\r\n\r\n“Yes—heaps of times,” said Huck.\r\n\r\n“Well, I have too,” said Tom; “oh, hundreds of times. Once down by the\r\nslaughter-house. Don’t you remember, Huck? Bob Tanner was there, and\r\nJohnny Miller, and Jeff Thatcher, when I said it. Don’t you remember,\r\nHuck, ’bout me saying that?”\r\n\r\n“Yes, that’s so,” said Huck. “That was the day after I lost a white\r\nalley. No, ’twas the day before.”\r\n\r\n“There—I told you so,” said Tom. “Huck recollects it.”\r\n\r\n“I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day,” said Joe. “I don’t feel\r\nsick.”\r\n\r\n“Neither do I,” said Tom. “I could smoke it all day. But I bet you Jeff\r\nThatcher couldn’t.”\r\n\r\n“Jeff Thatcher! Why, he’d keel over just with two draws. Just let him\r\ntry it once. _He’d_ see!”\r\n\r\n“I bet he would. And Johnny Miller—I wish could see Johnny Miller tackle\r\nit once.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, don’t I!” said Joe. “Why, I bet you Johnny Miller couldn’t any more\r\ndo this than nothing. Just one little snifter would fetch _him_.”\r\n\r\n“’Deed it would, Joe. Say—I wish the boys could see us now.”\r\n\r\n“So do I.”\r\n\r\n“Say—boys, don’t say anything about it, and some time when they’re\r\naround, I’ll come up to you and say, ‘Joe, got a pipe? I want a smoke.’\r\nAnd you’ll say, kind of careless like, as if it warn’t anything, you’ll\r\nsay, ‘Yes, I got my _old_ pipe, and another one, but my tobacker ain’t\r\nvery good.’ And I’ll say, ‘Oh, that’s all right, if it’s _strong_\r\nenough.’ And then you’ll out with the pipes, and we’ll light up just as\r\nca’m, and then just see ’em look!”\r\n\r\n“By jings, that’ll be gay, Tom! I wish it was _now_!”\r\n\r\n“So do I! And when we tell ’em we learned when we was off pirating,\r\nwon’t they wish they’d been along?”\r\n\r\n“Oh, I reckon not! I’ll just _bet_ they will!”\r\n\r\nSo the talk ran on. But presently it began to flag a trifle, and\r\ngrow disjointed. The silences widened; the expectoration marvellously\r\nincreased. Every pore inside the boys’ cheeks became a spouting\r\nfountain; they could scarcely bail out the cellars under their tongues\r\nfast enough to prevent an inundation; little overflowings down their\r\nthroats occurred in spite of all they could do, and sudden retchings\r\nfollowed every time. Both boys were looking very pale and miserable,\r\nnow. Joe’s pipe dropped from his nerveless fingers. Tom’s followed. Both\r\nfountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and\r\nmain. Joe said feebly:\r\n\r\n“I’ve lost my knife. I reckon I better go and find it.”\r\n\r\nTom said, with quivering lips and halting utterance:\r\n\r\n“I’ll help you. You go over that way and I’ll hunt around by the spring.\r\nNo, you needn’t come, Huck—we can find it.”\r\n\r\nSo Huck sat down again, and waited an hour. Then he found it lonesome,\r\nand went to find his comrades. They were wide apart in the woods, both\r\nvery pale, both fast asleep. But something informed him that if they had\r\nhad any trouble they had got rid of it.\r\n\r\nThey were not talkative at supper that night. They had a humble look,\r\nand when Huck prepared his pipe after the meal and was going to prepare\r\ntheirs, they said no, they were not feeling very well—something they ate\r\nat dinner had disagreed with them.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG2TRB7TQRC4Z5DSJZGV48T2","peer_label":"CHAPTER XVI","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG2T4RHC4E1XKJ12BJRXE8E8","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H","peer_label":"Test Collection","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG2TSH5DMNA0QKMZ0DWF9A96","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG2TSHR8W88QQY7PEDXWCAV1","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T17:35:34.955Z","ts":"2026-01-28T17:35:36.308Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}