"All right, I reckon we better."

     "What'll it be?"

     Tom considered awhile; and then said:

     "The ha'nted house. That's it!"

     "Blame it, I don't like ha'nted houses, Tom. Why, they're a dern sight worse'n dead people. Dead people might talk, maybe, but they don't come sliding around in a shroud, when you ain't noticing, and peep over your shoulder all of a sudden and grit their teeth, the way a ghost does. I couldn't stand such a thing as that, Tom--nobody could."

     "Yes, but, Huck, ghosts don't travel around only at night. They won't hender us from digging there in the daytime."

     "Well, that's so. But you know mighty well people don't go about that ha'nted house in the day nor the night."

     "Well, that's mostly because they don't like to go where a man's been murdered, anyway--but nothing's ever been seen around that house except in the night--just some blue lights slipping by the windows--no regular ghosts."