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? ? ? ? "Of burglar's tools. Why what's the matter with you?"

? ? ? ? Huck sank back, panting gently, but deeply, unutterably grateful. The Welchman eyed him gravely, curiously- and presently said-

? ? ? ? "Yes, burglar's tools. That appears to relieve you a good deal. But what did give you that turn? What were you expecting we'd found?"

? ? ? ? Huck was in a close place- the inquiring eye was upon him- he would have given anything for material for a plausible answer- nothing suggested itself- the inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper- a senseless reply offered- there was no time to weigh it, so at a venture he uttered it- feebly:

? ? ? ? "Sunday-school books, maybe."

? ? ? ? Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but- the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bills like everything.


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