“Huck, it was awful! I tried two of the keys, just as soft as I could; but they seemed to make such a power of racket that I couldn’t hardly get my breath I was so scared. They wouldn’t turn in the lock, either. Well, without noticing what I was doing, I took hold of the knob, and open comes the door! It warn’t locked! I hopped in, and shook off the towel, and, Great Caesar’s Ghost!”
“What!—what’d you see, Tom?”
“Huck, I most stepped onto Injun Joe’s hand!”
“No!”
“Yes! He was lying there, sound asleep on the floor, with his old patch on his eye and his arms spread out.”
“Lordy, what did you do? Did he wake up?”
“No, never budged. Drunk, I reckon. I just grabbed that towel and started!”
“I’d never ’a’ thought of the towel, I bet!”