? ? ? ? "Tools?" I says. "Tools for what?"
? ? ? ? "Why, to dig with. We ain't going to gnaw him out, are we?"
? ? ? ? "Ain't them old crippled picks and things in there good enough to dig a nigger out with?" I says.
? ? ? ? He turns on me looking pitying enough to make a body cry, and says:
? ? ? ? "Huck Finn, did you ever hear of a prisoner having picks and shovels, and all the modern conveniences in his wardrobe to dig himself out with? Now I want to ask you- if you got any reasonableness in you at all- 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. Picks and shovels- why they wouldn't furnish 'em to a king."
? ? ? ? "Well, then," I says, "if we don't want the picks and shovels, what do we want?"
? ? ? ? "A couple of case-knives."
? ? ? ? "To dig the foundations out from under that cabin with?"
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? "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 regular way.
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