“Tom, it’s a cross !”

“ Now where’s your Number Two? ‘ Under the cross ,’ hey? Right yonder’s where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!”

Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice:

“Tom, less git out of here!”

“What! and leave the treasure?”

“Yes⁠—leave it. Injun Joe’s ghost is round about there, certain.”

“No it ain’t, Huck, no it ain’t. It would ha’nt the place where he died⁠—away out at the mouth of the cave⁠—five mile from here.”