So we done it,
and got home all right.
That night was the second of September -- a Satur-
day. I sha'n't ever forget it. You'll see why, pretty
soon .
CHAPTER VI.
PLANS TO SECURE THE DIAMONDS
WE tramped along behind Jim and Lem till we come
to the back stile where old Jim's cabin was that
he was captivated in, the time we set him free, and here
come the dogs piling around us to say howdy, and
there was the lights of the house, too; so we warn't
afeard any more, and was going to climb over, but
Tom says:
"Hold on; set down here a minute. By George!"
"What's the matter?" says I.
"Matter enough!" he says. "Wasn't you expect-
ing we would be the first to tell the family who it is
that's been killed yonder in the sycamores, and all
about them rapscallions that done it, and about the
di'monds they've smouched off of the corpse, and paint
it up fine, and have the glory of being the ones that
knows a lot more about it than anybody else?"
"Why, of course. It wouldn't be you, Tom Sawyer,
if you was to let such a chance go by. I reckon it
ain't going to suffer none for lack of paint," I says,
"when you start in to scollop the facts."
"Well, now," he says, perfectly ca'm, "what would
you say if I was to tell you I ain't going to start in at
all?"
I was astonished to hear him talk so. I says:
"I'd say it's a lie. You ain't in earnest, Tom
Sawyer?"
"You'll soon see.
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