I knowed what was the matter now. ‘Boom!’ I see the white smoke squirt out of the ferryboat’s side. You see, they was firing cannon over the water, trying to make my carcass come to the top.
‘Well, dey’s reasons. But you wouldn’ tell on me ef I uz to tell you, would you, Huck?’ ‘Blamed if I would, Jim.’ ‘Well, I b’lieve you, Huck. I—I run off.’
‘Jim, this is nice,’ I says. ‘I wouldn’t want to be nowhere else but here.’
After breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess out how he come to be killed, but Jim didn’t want to. He said it would fetch bad luck; and besides, he said, he might come and ha’nt us; he said a man that warn’t buried was more likely to go a-ha’nting around than one that was planted and comfortable.