The boys wanted to know what the hurry was about.

“Never mind; you’ll see, when we get to the Widow Douglas’s.”

Huck said with some apprehension⁠—for he was long used to being falsely accused:

“ Mr. Jones, we haven’t been doing nothing.”

The Welshman laughed.

“Well, I don’t know, Huck, my boy. I don’t know about that. Ain’t you and the widow good friends?”

“Yes. Well, she’s ben good friends to me, anyway.”

“All right, then. What do you want to be afraid for?”