? ? ? ? They searched everywhere once more, and then sat down discouraged. Huck could suggest nothing. By and by Tom said:
? ? ? ? "Looky-here, Huck, there's foot-prints and some candle grease on the clay about one side of this rock, but not on the other sides. Now what's that for? I bet you the money is under the rock. I'm going to dig in the clay."
? ? ? ? "That ain't no bad notion, Tom!" said Huck with animation.
? ? ? ? Tom's "real Barlow" was out at once, and he had not dug four inches before he struck wood.
? ? ? ? "Hey, Huck!- you hear that?"
? ? ? ? Huck began to dig and scratch now. Some boards were soon uncovered and removed. They had concealed a natural chasm which led under the rock. Tom got into this and held his candle as far under the rock as he could, but said he could not see to the end of the rift. He proposed to explore. He stooped and passed under; the narrow way descended gradually. He followed its winding course, first to the right, then to the left, Huck at his heels.
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