We stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says: 'Looky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is. ' 'No! Where? ' 'In that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here.
When we was at dinner, didn’t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles? ' 'Yes. ' 'What did you think the vittles was for? ' 'For a dog. ' 'So’d I. Well, it wasn’t for a dog. ' 'Why? ' 'Because part of it was watermelon.
' 'So it was—I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don’t see at the same time.
' 'Well, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table—same key, I bet.
Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain’t likely there’s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people’s all so kind and good. Jim’s the prisoner.
All right—I’m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn’t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we’ll take the one we like the best.
' What a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer’s head I wouldn’t trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor nothing I can think of.
I went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing something; I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from. Pretty soon