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1"That ain't got anything to do with it, Huck Finn. All he's got to do is to write on the plate and throw it out. You
2don't have to be able to read it. Why, half the time you can't read anything a prisoner writes on a tin plate, or
3anywhere else." "Well, then, what's the sense in wasting the plates?" "Why, blame it all, it ain't the prisoner's
4plates." "But it's somebody's plates, ain't it?" "Well, spos'n it is? What does the prisoner care whose--" He broke off
5there, because we heard the breakfast-horn blowing. So we cleared out for the house. Along during the morning I borrowed
6a sheet and a white shirt off of the clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in it, and we went down and got
7the fox-fire, and put that in too. I called it borrowing, because that was what pap always called it; but Tom said it
8warn't borrowing, it was stealing. He said we was representing prisoners; and prisoners don't care how they get a thing
9so they get it, and nobody don't blame them for it, either. It ain't no crime in a prisoner to steal the thing he needs
10to get away with, Tom said; it's his right; and so, as long as we was representing a prisoner, we had a perfect right to
11steal anything on this place we had the least use for to get ourselves out of prison with. He said if we warn't
12prisoners it would be a very different thing, and nobody but a mean, ornery person would steal when he warn't a
13prisoner. So we allowed we would steal everything there was that come handy. And yet he made a mighty fuss, one day,
14after that, when I stole a watermelon out of the nigger-patch and eat it; and he made me go and give the niggers a dime
15without telling them what it was for. Tom said that what he meant was, we could steal anything we needed. Well, I says,
16I needed the watermelon. But he said I didn't need it to get out of prison with; there's where the difference was. He
17said if I'd a wanted it to hide a knife in, and smuggle it to Jim to kill the seneskal with, it would a been all right.
18So I let it go at that, though I couldn't see no advantage in my representing a prisoner if I got to set down and chaw
19over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that every time I see a chance to hog a watermelon. Well, as I was saying, we
20waited that morning till everybody was settled down to business, and nobody in sight around the yard; then Tom he
21carried the sack into the lean-to whilst I stood off a piece to keep watch. By-and-by he come out, and we went and set
22down on the woodpile to talk. He says: "Everything's all right now except tools; and that's easy fixed." "Tools?" I
23says. "Yes." "Tools for what?" "Why, to dig with. We ain't a-going to gnaw him out, are we?" "Ain't them old crippled
24picks and things in there good enough to dig a nigger out with?" I says. He turns on me, looking pitying enough to make
25a body cry, and says: "Huck Finn, did you ever hear of a prisoner having picks and shovels, and all the modern
26conveniences in his wardrobe to dig himself out with? Now I want to ask you--if you got any reasonableness in you at
27all--what kind of a show would that give him to be a hero? Why, they might as well lend him the key and done with it.
28Picks and shovels--why, they wouldn't furnish 'em to a king." "Well, then," I says, "if we don't want the picks and
29shovels, what do we want?" "A couple of case-knives." "To dig the foundations out from under that cabin with?" "Yes."
30"Confound it, it's foolish, Tom." "It don't make no difference how foolish it is, it's the right way--and it's the
31regular way. And there ain't no other way, that ever I heard of, and I've read all the books that gives any information
32about these things. They always dig out with a case-knife--and not through dirt, mind you; generly it's through solid
33rock. And it takes them weeks and weeks and weeks, and for ever and ever. Why, look at one of them prisoners in the
34bottom dungeon of the Castle Deef, in the harbor of Marseilles, that dug himself out that way; how long was he at it,
35you reckon?" "I don't know." "Well, guess." "I don't know. A month and a half." "Thirty-seven year--and he come out in
36China. That's the kind. I wish the bottom of this fortress was solid rock." "Jim don't know nobody in China." "What's
37that got to do with it? Neither did that other fellow. But you're always a-wandering off on a side issue. Why can't you
38stick to the main point?" "All right--I don't care where he comes out, so he comes out; and Jim don't, either, I reckon.
39But there's one thing, anyway--Jim's too old to be dug out with a case-knife. He won't last." "Yes he will last, too.
40You don't reckon it's going to take thirty-seven years to dig out through a dirt foundation, do you?" "How long will it
41take, Tom?" "Well, we can't resk being as long as we ought to, because it mayn't take very long for Uncle Silas to hear
42from down there by New Orleans. He'll hear Jim ain't from there. Then his next move will be to advertise Jim, or
43something like that. So we can't resk being as long digging him out as we ought to. By rights I reckon we ought to be a
44couple of years; but we can't. Things being so uncertain, what I recommend is this: that we really dig right in, as
45quick as we can; and after that, we can let on, to ourselves, that we was at it thirty-seven years. Then we can snatch
46him out and rush him away the first time there's an alarm. Yes, I reckon that'll be the best way." "Now, there's sense
47in that," I says. "Letting on don't cost nothing; letting on ain't no trouble; and if it's any object, I don't mind
48letting on we was at it a hundred and fifty year. It wouldn't strain me none, after I got my hand in. So I'll mosey
49along now, and smouch a couple of case-knives." "Smouch three," he says; "we want one to make a saw out of." "Tom, if it
50ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it," I says, "there's an old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking under the
51weather-boarding behind the smoke-house." He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says: "It ain't no use to
52try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch the knives--three of them." So I done it.
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