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nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it.

But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says:

"Pa, mayn't Tom and Sid and me go to the show?"

"No," says the old man, "I reckon there ain't going to be any; and you

couldn't go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all

about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon

they've drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time."

So there it was! -- but I couldn't help it. Tom and me was to sleep in the

same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid good-night and went up to bed, right

after supper, and dumb out of the window and down the lightning-rod, and

shoved for the town; for I didn't believe anybody was going to give the king and

the duke a hint, and so, if I didn't hurry up and give them one they'd get into

trouble sure. ssssssssss

On the road Tom he told me all about how it was reckoned I was murdered,

and how pap disappeared, pretty soon, and didn t come back no more, and what

a stir there was when Jim run away; and I told Tom all about our Royal None-

such rapscallions, and as much of the raft-voyage as I had time to; and as we

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