"Tom, it's a cross!"

     "Now where's your Number Two? 'under the cross,' hey? Right yonder's where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!"

     Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice:

     "Tom, less git out of here!"

     "What! and leave the treasure?"

     "Yes--leave it. Injun Joe's ghost is round about there, certain."

     "No it ain't, Huck, no it ain't. It would ha'nt the place where he died--away out at the mouth of the cave--five mile from here."

     "No, Tom, it wouldn't. It would hang round the money. I know the ways of ghosts, and so do you."

     Tom began to fear that Huck was right. Mis-givings gathered in his mind. But presently an idea occurred to him--

     "Lookyhere, Huck, what fools we're making of ourselves! Injun Joe's ghost ain't a going to come around where there's a cross!"

     The point was well taken. It had its effect.