"I dono. But I wouldn't do that."

     "Why, Huck, you'd have to. How'd you get around it?"

     "Why, I just wouldn't stand it. I'd run away."

     "Run away! Well, you would be a nice old slouch of a hermit. You'd be a disgrace."

     The Red-Handed made no response, being better employed. He had finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, loaded it with tobacco, and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke--he was in the full bloom of luxurious contentment. The other pirates envied him this majestic vice, and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly. Presently Huck said:

     "What does pirates have to do?"

     Tom said: