As soon as we reckoned everybody was asleep that night we went down the lightning-rod, and shut ourselves up in the lean-to, and got out our pile of foxfire, and went to work. We cleared everything out of the way, about four or five foot along the middle of the bottom log. Tom said he was right behind Jimās bed now, and weād dig in under it, and when we got through there couldnāt nobody in the cabin ever know there was any hole there, because Jimās counter-pin hung down most to the ground, and youād have to raise it up and look under to see the hole. So we dug and dug with the case-knives till most midnight; and then we was dog-tired, and our hands was blistered, and yet you couldnāt see weād done anything hardly. At last I says:
āThis aināt no thirty-seven year job; this is a thirty-eight year job, Tom Sawyer.ā
He never said nothing. But he sighed, and pretty soon he stopped digging, and then for a good little while I knowed that he was thinking. Then he says: