“Yes, Mars Sid, A dog. Cur’us dog, too. Does you want to go en look at ’im?”
“Yes.”
I hunched Tom, and whispers:
“You going, right here in the daybreak? That warn’t the plan.”
“No, it warn’t; but it’s the plan now .”
So, drat him, we went along, but I didn’t like it much. When we got in we couldn’t hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure enough, and could see us; and he sings out:
“Why, Huck ! En good lan ’! ain’ dat Misto Tom?”
I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn’t know nothing to do; and if I had