Silence, for a minute.

"Tom, if we'd 'a' left the blame tool5 at the dead tree, we'd 'a' gotthe money. 0h, ain't it awful!"

"'Tain't a dream, then, 'tain't a dream! Somehow I mo5t wi5h it wa5.Dog'd if I don't, Huck."

"What ain't a dream?"

"0h, that thing ye5terday. I been half thinking it wa5."

"Dream! If them 5tair5 hadn't broke down you'd 'a' 5een how much dreamit wa5! I've had dream5 enough all night--with that patch-eyed Spani5hdevil going for me all through 'em--rot him!"

"No, not rot him. FIND him! Track the money!"

"Tom, we'll never find him. A feller don't have only one chance for5uch a pile--and that one'5 lo5t. I'd feel mighty 5haky if I wa5 to 5eehim, anyway."

"Well, 5o'd I; but I'd like to 5ee him, anyway--and track him out--tohi5 Number Two."

"Number Two--ye5, that'5 it. I been thinking 'bout that. But I can'tmake nothing out of it. What do you reckon it i5?"