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led under the rock. Tom got into this and held his candle as far under the rock as
he could, but said he could not see to the end of the rift. He proposed to explore.
He stooped and passed under; the narrow way descended gradually. He
followed its winding course, first to the right, then to the left, Huck at his heels.
Tom turned a short curve, by and by, and exclaimed“My goodness, Huck,
looky-here!”

It was the treasure box, sure enough, occupying a snug little cavern, along with
an empty powder keg, a couple of guns in leather cases, two or three pairs of old
moccasins, a leather belt, and some other rubbish well soaked with the
waterdrip.

“Got it at last!” said Huck, plowing among the tarnished coins with his hand.
“My, but we’re rich, Tom!” “Huck, I always reckoned we’d get it. It’s just too
good to believe, but we have got it, sure! Say-let’s not fool around here. Let’s
snake it out. Lemme see if I can lift the box.” It weighed about fifty pounds. Tom
could lift it, after an awkward fashion, but could not carry it conveniently.

“I thought so,” he said; “they carried it like it was heavy, that day at the ha’nted
house. I noticed that. I reckon I was right to think of fetching the little bags
along.” The money was soon in the bags and the boys took it up to the cross-
rock.

“Now less fetch the guns and things,” said Huck.
“No, Huck-leave them there. They’re just the tricks to have when we go to
robbing. We’ll keep them there all the time, and we’ll hold our orgies there, too.
It’s an awful snug place for orgies.” “What’s orgies?”

“I dono. But robbers always have orgies, and of course we’ve got to have them,
too. Come along, Huck, we’ve been in here a long time. It’s getting late, I reckon.
I’m hungry, too. We’ll eat and smoke when we get to the skiff.” They presently
emerged into the clump of sumach bushes, looked warily out, found the coast
clear, and were soon lunching and smoking in the skiff. As the sun dipped
toward the horizon they pushed out and got under way. Tom skimmed up the
shore through the long twilight, chatting cheerily with Huck, and landed shortly
after dark.

“Now Huck,” said Tom, “we’ll hide the money in the loft of the widow’s wood-
shed, and I’ll come up in the morning and we’ll count it and divide, and then
we’ll hunt up a place out in the woods for it where it will be safe. Just you lay
quiet here and watch the stuff till I run and hook Benny Taylor’s little wagon; I
won’t be gone a minute.” He disappeared, and presently returned with the
wagon, put the two small sacks into it, threw some old rags on top of them, and
started off, dragging his cargo behind him. When the boys reached the
Welchman’s house, they stopped to rest. Just as they were about to move on, the
Welchman stepped out and said: “Hallo, who’s that?” “Huck and Tom Sawyer.”
“Good! Come along with me, boys, you keeping everybody waiting. Herehurry
up, trot ahead-I’ll haul the wagon for you. Why, it’s not as light as it might be.
Got bricks in it?- or old metal?” “Old metal,” said Tom.