? ? ? ? "This ain't no thirty-seven year job, this is a thirty-eight year job, Tom Sawyer."
? ? ? ? He never said nothing. But he sighed, and pretty soon he stopped digging, and then for a good little while I knowed he was thinking. Then he says:
? ? ? ? "It ain't no use, Huck, it ain't agoing to work. If we was prisoners it would, 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, every day, while they was changing watches, and so our hands wouldn't get blistered, and we could keep it up right along, 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; we 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 hands get well- couldn't touch a case-knife with them sooner."
? ? ? ? "Well, then, what we going to do, Tom?"
? ? ? ? "I'll tell you.
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