Table of Contents

said, with a great show of cheerfulness: “I bet there’s been pirates on this island
before, boys. We’ll explore it again.

They’ve hid treasures here somewhere. How’d you feel to light on a rotten chest
full of gold and silver-hey?” But it roused only a faint enthusiasm, which faded
out, with no reply. Tom tried one or two other seductions; but they failed, too. It
was discouraging work.

Joe sat poking up the sand with a stick and looking very gloomy. Finally he said:
“O, boys, let’s give it up. I want to go home. It’s so lonesome.” “O, no, Joe, you’ll
feel better by and by,” said Tom. “Just think of the fishing that’s here.” “I don’t
care for fishing. I want to go home.” “But Joe, there ain’t such another swimming
place anywhere.” “Swimming’s no good. I don’t seem to care for it, somehow,
when there ain’t anybody to say I shan’t go in. I mean to go home.” “O, shucks!
Baby! You want to see your mother, I reckon.” “Yes, I do want to see my mother-
and you would too, if you had one. I ain’t any more baby than you are.” And Joe
snuffled a little.

“Well, we’ll let the cry-baby go home to his mother, won’t we Huck? Poor thing-
does it want to see its mother? And so it shall. You like it here, don’t you Huck?
We’ll stay, won’t we?” Huck said “Y-e-s”- without any heart in it.

“I’ll never speak to you again as long as I live,” said Joe, rising. “There now!”
And he moved moodily away and began to dress himself.

“Who cares!” said Tom. “Nobody wants you to. Go ‘long home and get laughed
at. O, you’re a nice pirate. Huck and me ain’t cry-babies. We’ll stay, won’t we
Huck? Let him go if he wants to. I reckon we can get along without him,
per’aps.” But Tom was uneasy, nevertheless, and was alarmed to see Joe go
sullenly on with his dressing. And then it was discomforting to see Huck eyeing
Joe’s preparations so wistfully, and keeping up such an ominous silence.
Presently, without a parting word, Joe began to wade off toward the Illinois
shore. Tom’s heart began to sink. He glanced at Huck. Huck could not bear the
look, and dropped his eyes.

Then he said: “I want to go, too, Tom. It was getting so lonesome anyway, and
now it’ll be worse. Let’s us go too, Tom.” “I won’t! You can all go, if you want to.
I mean to stay.” “Tom, I better go.” “Well go ‘long-who’s hendering you.” Huck
began to pick up his scattered clothes. He said: “Tom, I wisht you’d come too.
Now you think it over. We’ll wait for you when we get to shore.”

“Well you’ll wait a blame long time, that’s all.” Huck started sorrowfully away,
and Tom stood looking after him, with a strong desire tugging at his heart to
yield his pride and go along too. He hoped the boys would stop, but they still
waded slowly on. It suddenly dawned on Tom that it was become very lonely
and still. He made one final struggle with his pride, and then darted after his
comrades, yelling:
“Wait! Wait! I want to tell you something!” They presently stopped and turned
around. When he got to where they were, he began unfolding his secret, and
they listened moodily till at last they saw the “point” he was driving at, and then
they set up a war-whoop of applause and said it was “splendid!” and said if he