"No, it warn't; but it's the plan NOW."

     So, drat him, we went along, but I didn't like it much. When we got in we couldn't hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure enough, and could see us; and he sings out:

     "Why, HUCK! En good LAN'! ain' dat Misto Tom?"

     I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn't know nothing to do; and if I had I couldn't a done it, because that nigger busted in and says:

     "Why, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?"

     We could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:

     "Does WHO know us?"

     "Why, dis-yer runaway nigger."

     "I don't reckon he does; but what put that into your head?"

     "What PUT it dar? Didn' he jis' dis minute sing out like he knowed you?"

     Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way: