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hanging unbottoned-"
"Yes, and that hat-"
"What a hat for a ghost to wear!"
You see it was the first season anybody wore that kind-a black
sitff-brim stove-pipe, very high, and not smooth, with a round top-just
like a sugar-loaf.
"Did you notice if its hair was the same, Huck?"
"No-seems to me I did, then again it seems to me I didn't."
"I didn't either; but it had its bag along, I noticed that."
"So did I. How can there be a ghost-bag, Tom?"
"Sho! I wouldn't be as ignorant as that if I was you, Huck Finn.
Whatever a ghost has, turns to ghost-stuff. They've got to have their
things, like anybody else. You see, yourself, that its clothes was turned
to ghost-stuff. Well, then, what's to hender its bag from turning, too? Of
course it done it."
That was reasonable. I couldn't find no fault with it. Bill Withers and
his brother Jack come along by, talking, and Jack says:
"What do you reckon he was toting?"
"I dunno; but it was pretty heavy."
"Yes, all he could lug. Nigger stealing corn from old Parson Silas, I
judged."
"So did I. And so I allowed I wouldn't let on to see him."
"That's me, too."
Then they both laughed, and went on out of hearing. It showed how
unpopular old Uncle Silas had got to be now. They wouldn't 'a' let a
nigger steal anybody else's corn and never done anything to him.
We heard some more voices mumbling along towards us and getting louder,
and sometimes a cackle of a laugh. It was Lem Beebe and Jim Lane. Jim Lane
says:
"Who?-Jubiter Dunlap?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I don't know. I reckon so. I seen him spading up some ground along
about an hour ago, just before sundown-him and the parson. Said he guessed
he wouldn't go to-night, but we could have his dog if we wanted him."
"Too tired, I reckon."
"Yes-works so hard!"
"Oh, you bet!"
They cackled at that, and went on by. Tom said we better jump out and
tag along after them, because they was going our way and it wouldn't be
comfortable to run across the ghost all by ourselves. So we done it, and
got home all right.
That night was the second of September-a Saturday. I sha'n't ever
forget it. You'll see why, pretty soon .


Chapter VI. PLANS TO SECURE THE DIAMONDS


WE tramped along behind Jim and Lem till we come to the back stile
where old Jim's cabin was that he was captivated in, the time we set him