The adventure of the day mightily tormented Tom's dreams that night. Fou_imes he had his hands on that rich treasure and four times it wasted t_othingness in his fingers as sleep forsook him and wakefulness brought bac_he hard reality of his misfortune. As he lay in the early morning recallin_he incidents of his great adventure, he noticed that they seemed curiousl_ubdued and far away — somewhat as if they had happened in another world, o_n a time long gone by. Then it occurred to him that the great adventur_tself must be a dream! There was one very strong argument in favor of thi_dea — namely, that the quantity of coin he had seen was too vast to be real.
He had never seen as much as fifty dollars in one mass before, and he was lik_ll boys of his age and station in life, in that he imagined that al_eferences to "hundreds" and "thousands" were mere fanciful forms of speech,
and that no such sums really existed in the world. He never had supposed for _oment that so large a sum as a hundred dollars was to be found in actua_oney in any one's possession. If his notions of hidden treasure had bee_nalyzed, they would have been found to consist of a handful of real dimes an_ bushel of vague, splendid, ungraspable dollars.
But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly sharper and clearer under th_ttrition of thinking them over, and so he presently found himself leaning t_he impression that the thing might not have been a dream, after all. Thi_ncertainty must be swept away. He would snatch a hurried breakfast and go an_ind Huck. Huck was sitting on the gunwale of a flatboat, listlessly danglin_is feet in the water and looking very melancholy. Tom concluded to let Huc_ead up to the subject. If he did not do it, then the adventure would b_roved to have been only a dream.
Silence, for a minute.
"Tom, if we'd 'a' left the blame tools at the dead tree, we'd 'a' got th_oney. Oh, ain't it awful!"
"'Tain't a dream, then, 'tain't a dream! Somehow I most wish it was. Dog'd i_ don't, Huck."
"What ain't a dream?"
"Oh, that thing yesterday. I been half thinking it was."
"Dream! If them stairs hadn't broke down you'd 'a' seen how much dream it was!
I've had dreams enough all night — with that patch-eyed Spanish devil goin_or me all through 'em — rot him!"
"No, not rot him. Find him! Track the money!"
"Tom, we'll never find him. A feller don't have only one chance for such _ile — and that one's lost. I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to see him,
"Well, so'd I; but I'd like to see him, anyway — and track him out — to hi_umber Two."
"Number Two — yes, that's it. I been thinking 'bout that. But I can't mak_othing out of it. What do you reckon it is?"
"I dono. It's too deep. Say, Huck — maybe it's the number of a house!"
"Goody! … No, Tom, that ain't it. If it is, it ain't in this one-horse town.
They ain't no numbers here."
"Well, that's so. Lemme think a minute. Here — it's the number of a room — i_ tavern, you know!"
"Oh, that's the trick! They ain't only two taverns. We can find out quick."
"You stay here, Huck, till I come."
Tom was off at once. He did not care to have Huck's company in public places.
He was gone half an hour. He found that in the best tavern, No. 2 had lon_een occupied by a young lawyer, and was still so occupied. In the les_stentatious house, No. 2 was a mystery. The tavern-keeper's young son said i_as kept locked all the time, and he never saw anybody go into it or come ou_f it except at night; he did not know any particular reason for this state o_hings; had had some little curiosity, but it was rather feeble; had made th_ost of the mystery by entertaining himself with the idea that that room was
"ha'nted"; had noticed that there was a light in there the night before.
"That's what I've found out, Huck. I reckon that's the very No. 2 we'r_fter."
"I reckon it is, Tom. Now what you going to do?"
Tom thought a long time. Then he said:
"I'll tell you. The back door of that No. 2 is the door that comes out int_hat little close alley between the tavern and the old rattle trap of a bric_tore. Now you get hold of all the door-keys you can find, and I'll nip all o_untie's, and the first dark night we'll go there and try 'em. And mind you,
keep a lookout for Injun Joe, because he said he was going to drop into tow_nd spy around once more for a chance to get his revenge. If you see him, yo_ust follow him; and if he don't go to that No. 2, that ain't the place."
"Lordy, I don't want to foller him by myself!"
"Why, it'll be night, sure. He mightn't ever see you — and if he did, mayb_e'd never think anything."
"Well, if it's pretty dark I reckon I'll track him. I dono — I dono. I'l_ry."
"You bet I'll follow him, if it's dark, Huck. Why, he might 'a' found out h_ouldn't get his revenge, and be going right after that money."
"It's so, Tom, it's so. I'll foller him; I will, by jingoes!"
"Now you're talking! Don't you ever weaken, Huck, and I won't."