"Nothing but a tick."

     "Where'd you get him?"

     "Out in the woods."

     "What'll you take for him?"

     "I don't know. I don't want to sell him."

     "All right. It's a mighty small tick, anyway."

     "Oh, anybody can run a tick down that don't belong to them. I'm satisfied with it. It's a good enough tick for me."

     "Sho, there's ticks a plenty. I could have a thousand of 'em if I wanted to."

     "Well, why don't you? Becuz you know mighty well you can't. This is a pretty early tick, I reckon. It's the first one I've seen this year."

     "Say, Huck--I'll give you my tooth for him."

     "Less see it."

     Tom got out a bit of paper and carefully unrolled it. Huckleberry viewed it wistfully. The temptation was very strong. At last he said:

     "Is it genuwyne?"