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1As soon as we reckoned everybody was asleep that night we went down the lightning-rod, and shut ourselves up in the
2lean-to, and got out our pile of fox-fire, and went to work. We cleared everything out of the way, about four or five
3foot along the middle of the bottom log. Tom said he was right behind Jim's bed now, and we'd dig in under it, and when
4we got through there couldn't nobody in the cabin ever know there was any hole there, because Jim's counter-pin hung
5down most to the ground, and you'd have to raise it up and look under to see the hole. So we dug and dug with the
6case-knives till most midnight; and then we was dog-tired, and our hands was blistered, and yet you couldn't see we'd
7done anything hardly. At last I says: "This ain't no thirty-seven year job; this is a thirty-eight year job, Tom
8Sawyer." He never said nothing. But he sighed, and pretty soon he stopped digging, and then for a good little while I
9knowed that he was thinking. Then he says: "It ain't no use, Huck, it ain't a-going to work. If we was prisoners it
10would, because then we'd have as many years as we wanted, and no hurry; and we wouldn't get but a few minutes to dig,
11every day, while they was changing watches, and so our hands wouldn't get blistered, and we could keep it up right
12along, year in and year out, and do it right, and the way it ought to be done. But we can't fool along; we got to rush;
13we ain't got no time to spare. If we was to put in another night this way we'd have to knock off for a week to let our
14hands get well--couldn't touch a case-knife with them sooner." "Well, then, what we going to do, Tom?" "I'll tell you.
15It ain't right, and it ain't moral, and I wouldn't like it to get out; but there ain't only just the one way: we got to
16dig him out with the picks, and let on it's case-knives." "Now you're talking!" I says; "your head gets leveler and
17leveler all the time, Tom Sawyer," I says. "Picks is the thing, moral or no moral; and as for me, I don't care shucks
18for the morality of it, nohow. When I start in to steal a nigger, or a watermelon, or a Sunday-school book, I ain't no
19ways particular how it's done so it's done. What I want is my nigger; or what I want is my watermelon; or what I want is
20my Sunday-school book; and if a pick's the handiest thing, that's the thing I'm a-going to dig that nigger or that
21watermelon or that Sunday-school book out with; and I don't give a dead rat what the authorities thinks about it
22nuther." "Well," he says, "there's excuse for picks and letting-on in a case like this; if it warn't so, I wouldn't
23approve of it, nor I wouldn't stand by and see the rules broke--because right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body
24ain't got no business doing wrong when he ain't ignorant and knows better. It might answer for you to dig Jim out with a
25pick, without any letting on, because you don't know no better; but it wouldn't for me, because I do know better. Gimme
26a case-knife." He had his own by him, but I handed him mine. He flung it down, and says: "Gimme a case-knife." I didn't
27know just what to do--but then I thought. I scratched around amongst the old tools, and got a pickaxe and give it to
28him, and he took it and went to work, and never said a word. He was always just that particular. Full of principle. So
29then I got a shovel, and then we picked and shoveled, turn about, and made the fur fly. We stuck to it about a half an
30hour, which was as long as we could stand up; but we had a good deal of a hole to show for it. When I got up stairs I
31looked out at the window and see Tom doing his level best with the lightning-rod, but he couldn't come it, his hands was
32so sore. At last he says: "It ain't no use, it can't be done. What you reckon I better do? Can't you think of no way?"
33"Yes," I says, "but I reckon it ain't regular. Come up the stairs, and let on it's a lightning-rod." So he done it. Next
34day Tom stole a pewter spoon and a brass candlestick in the house, for to make some pens for Jim out of, and six tallow
35candles; and I hung around the nigger cabins and laid for a chance, and stole three tin plates. Tom says it wasn't
36enough; but I said nobody wouldn't ever see the plates that Jim throwed out, because they'd fall in the dog-fennel and
37jimpson weeds under the window-hole--then we could tote them back and he could use them over again. So Tom was
38satisfied. Then he says: "Now, the thing to study out is, how to get the things to Jim." "Take them in through the
39hole," I says, "when we get it done." He only just looked scornful, and said something about nobody ever heard of such
40an idiotic idea, and then he went to studying. By-and-by he said he had ciphered out two or three ways, but there warn't
41no need to decide on any of them yet. Said we'd got to post Jim first. That night we went down the lightning-rod a
42little after ten, and took one of the candles along, and listened under the window-hole, and heard Jim snoring; so we
43pitched it in, and it didn't wake him. Then we whirled in with the pick and shovel, and in about two hours and a half
44the job was done. We crept in under Jim's bed and into the cabin, and pawed around and found the candle and lit it, and
45stood over Jim awhile, and found him looking hearty and healthy, and then we woke him up gentle and gradual. He was so
46glad to see us he most cried; and called us honey, and all the pet names he could think of; and was for having us hunt
47up a cold-chisel to cut the chain off of his leg with right away, and clearing out without losing any time. But Tom he
48showed him how unregular it would be, and set down and told him all about our plans, and how we could alter them in a
49minute any time there was an alarm; and not to be the least afraid, because we would see he got away, sure. So Jim he
50said it was all right, and we set there and talked over old times awhile, and then Tom asked a lot of questions, and
51when Jim told him Uncle Silas come in every day or two to pray with him, and Aunt Sally come in to see if he was
52comfortable and had plenty to eat, and both of them was kind as they could be, Tom says: "Now I know how to fix it.
53We'll send you some things by them." I said, "Don't do nothing of the kind; it's one of the most jackass ideas I ever
54struck;" but he never paid no attention to me; went right on. It was his way when he'd got his plans set. So he told Jim
55how we'd have to smuggle in the rope-ladder pie and other large things by Nat, the nigger that fed him, and he must be
56on the lookout, and not be surprised, and not let Nat see him open them; and we would put small things in uncle's
57coat-pockets and he must steal them out; and we would tie things to aunt's apron-strings or put them in her
58apron-pocket, if we got a chance; and told him what they would be and what they was for. And told him how to keep a
59journal on the shirt with his blood, and all that. He told him everything. Jim he couldn't see no sense in the most of
60it, but he allowed we was white folks and knowed better than him; so he was satisfied, and said he would do it all just
61as Tom said.
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