Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Tom Sawyer's
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Chapter XXX.
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Tom Sawyer's
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Chapter XXX.
When they got aboard, the king went for me,
and
shook me by the collar, and says:
"Tryin' to give us the slip, was
ye, you pup! Tired of our company
—hey?"
I says:
"No, your majesty, we warn't—
please don't, your majesty!"
"Quick, then, and tell us what
was your idea, or I'll shake the insides
out o'
you!"
the king shakes huck.
"Honest, I'll tell you everything,
just as it happened, your
majesty.
The man that had aholt of me was
very good to me, and
kept saying he
had a boy about as big as me that
died last year,
and he was sorry to see
a boy in such a dangerous fix; and
when
they was all took by surprise by finding the gold, and made a rush for
the
coffin, he lets go of me and whispers, 'Heel it, now, or they'll
hang ye, sure!' and
I lit out. It didn't seem no good for me to stay—I
couldn't do nothing, and I
didn't want to be hung if I could get away.
So I never stopped running till I
found the canoe; and when I got here
I told Jim to hurry, or they'd catch me
and hang me yet, and said I was
afeard you and the duke wasn't alive, now, and
you may ask Jim if I didn't."
Jim said it was so; and the king told him to shut up, and said, "Oh,
yes,
it's mighty likely!" and shook me up again,
and said he reckoned he'd drownd
me. But the duke says:
"Leggo the boy, you old idiot! Would you a done any
different? Did you
inquire around for him, when
you got loose? I don't remember it."
So the king let go of me, and begun to cuss that town and everybody in
it.
But the duke says:
"You better a blame sight give yourself a good
cussing, for you're the one
that's entitled to it most. You hain't done
a thing, from the start, that had
any sense in it, except coming out so
cool and cheeky with that imaginary bluearrow
mark. That was
bright—it was right down bully; and it was the thing
that
saved us. For if it hadn't been for that, they'd a jailed us till them Englishmen's
baggage
come—and then—the penitentiary, you bet! But that
trick took
'em to the graveyard, and the gold done us a still bigger
kindness; for if the
excited fools hadn't let go all holts and made
that rush to get a look, we'd a slept in
our cravats
to-night—cravats warranted to wear,
too—longer than we'd need 'em."
They was still a minute—thinking—then the king says,
kind of absentminded
like:
"Mf! And we reckoned the niggers stole it!"
That made me squirm!
"Yes," says the duke, kinder slow, and deliberate, and sarcastic, "We did."
After about a half a minute, the king drawls out:
"Leastways—I did."
The duke says, the same way:
"On the contrary—I did."
The king kind of ruffles up, and says:
"Looky here, Bilgewater, what'r you referrin' to?"
The duke says, pretty brisk:
"When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was you
referring
to?"
"Shucks!" says the king, very sarcastic; "but I don't
know—maybe you
was asleep, and didn't know what you was
about."
The duke bristles right up, now, and says:
"Oh, let up on this cussed nonsense—do you
take me for a blame' fool?
Don't you reckon I
know who hid that money in that coffin?"
"Yes, sir! I know you do know—because you done it yourself!"
"It's a lie!"—and the duke went for him. The king sings out:
[ILLUSTRATION]the duke went for him.
"Take y'r hands off!—leggo my throat!—I take it all back!"
The duke says:
"Well, you just own up, first, that you did hide that
money there, intending
to give me the slip one of these days, and come
back and dig it up, and have it
all to yourself."
"Wait jest a minute, duke—answer me this one question, honest and
fair;
if you didn't put the money there, say it, and I'll b'lieve you,
and take back
everything I said."
"You old scoundrel, I didn't, and you know I didn't. There, now!"
"Well, then, I b'lieve you. But answer me only jest this one more—now
hide it?"
The duke never said nothing for a little bit; then he says:
"Well—I don't care if I did, I didn't do it, anyway. But you not only had
it in mind
to do it, but you done it."
"I wisht I may never die if I done it, duke, and that's honest. I won't say
I
warn't goin' to do it, because I was; but you—I mean
somebody—got in ahead
o' me."
"It's a lie! You done it, and you got to say you done it, or——"
The king begun to gurgle, and then he gasps out:
"'Nough!—I own up!"
I was very glad to hear him say that, it made me feel much more easier
than
what I was feeling before. So the duke took his hands off, and
says:
"If you ever deny it again, I'll drown you. It's well
for you to set there and
blubber like a baby—it's fitten for
you, after the way you've acted. I never see
such an old ostrich for
wanting to gobble everything—and I a trusting you all the
time, like you was my own father. You ought to been ashamed of yourself
to
stand by and hear it saddled onto a lot of poor niggers and you
never say a word
for 'em. It makes me feel ridiculous to think I was
soft enough to believe that
rubbage. Cuss you, I
can see, now, why you was so anxious to make up the
deffesit—you wanted to get what money I'd got out of the Nonesuch
and one
thing or another, and scoop it all!"
The king says, timid, and still a snuffling:
"Why, duke, it was you that said make up the deffersit, it warn't
me."
"Dry up! I don't want to hear no more out of you!"
says the duke. "And
now you see what you got by
it. They've got all their own money back, and all
of ourn but a shekel or two, besides. G'long
to bed—and don't you deffersit me
no
more deffersits, long's you live!"
So the king sneaked into the wigwam, and took to his bottle for comfort;
and
before long the duke tackled his bottle; and
so in about a half an hour they was
as thick as thieves again, and the
tighter they got, the lovinger they got; and
noticed the king didn't get mellow enough to forget to remember to not deny
about hiding the money-bag again. That made me feel easy and satisfied. Of
course when they got to snoring, we had a long gabble, and I told Jim everything.
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