"Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want to be a king and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But say--where you going to dig first?"

     "Well, I don't know. S'pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree on the hill t'other side of Still-House branch?"

     "I'm agreed."

     So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw themselves down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.

     "I like this," said Tom.

     "So do I."

     "Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your share?"

     "Well, I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I'll go to every circus that comes along. I bet I'll have a gay time."

     "Well, ain't you going to save any of it?"

     "Save it? What for?"

     "Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by."