"Well, I have too," said Tom; "oh, hundreds of times. Once down by the slaughter-house. Don't you remember, Huck? Bob Tanner was there, and Johnny Miller, and Jeff Thatcher, when I said it. Don't you remember, Huck, 'bout me saying that?"

     "Yes, that's so," said Huck. "That was the day after I lost a white alley. No, 'twas the day before."

     "There--I told you so," said Tom. "Huck recollects it."

     "I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day," said Joe. "I don't feel sick."

     "Neither do I," said Tom. "I could smoke it all day. But I bet you Jeff Thatcher couldn't."

     "Jeff Thatcher! Why, he'd keel over just with two draws. Just let him try it once. He'd see!"

     "I bet he would. And Johnny Miller--I wish could see Johnny Miller tackle it once."

     "Oh, don't I!" said Joe. "Why, I bet you Johnny Miller couldn't any more do this than nothing. Just one little snifter would fetch him."

     "'Deed it would, Joe. Say--I wish the boys could see us now."