"Only tell me just one thing--only just one--please! Was it Tom Sawyer

that found it?"

The widow burst into tears. "Hush, hush, child, hush! I've told you

before, you must NOT talk. You are very, very sick!"

Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been a great

powwow if it had been the gold. So the treasure was gone forever--gone

forever! But what could she be crying about? Curious that she should

cry.

These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind, and under the

weariness they gave him he fell asleep. The widow said to herself:

There--he's asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity but somebody

could find Tom Sawyer! Ah, there ain't many left, now, that's got hope

enough, or strength enough, either, to go on searching."

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