The two men got out some food and made a luncheon. After a long and thoughtful silence, Injun Joe said:

     "Look here, lad--you go back up the river where you belong. Wait there till you hear from me. I'll take the chances on dropping into this town just once more, for a look. We'll do that 'dangerous' job after I've spied around a little and think things look well for it. Then for Texas! We'll leg it together!"

     This was satisfactory. Both men presently fell to yawning, and Injun Joe said:

     "I'm dead for sleep! It's your turn to watch."

     He curled down in the weeds and soon began to snore. His comrade stirred him once or twice and he became quiet. Presently the watcher began to nod; his head drooped lower and lower, both men began to snore now.

     The boys drew a long, grateful breath. Tom whispered:

     "Now's our chance--come!"

     Huck said:

     "I can't--I'd die if they was to wake."