He looked me over and says:
“Well, now, Huck Finn, where would it go to! Don’t you know what a myridge is?”
“No, I don’t. What is it?”
“It ain’t anything but imagination. There ain’t anything to it.”
It warmed me up a little to hear him talk like that, and I says:
“What’s the use you talking that kind of stuff, Tom Sawyer? Didn’t I see the lake?”
“Yes—you think you did.”
“I don’t think nothing about it, I did see it.”
“I tell you you didn’t see it either—because it warn’t there to see.”
It astonished Jim to hear him talk so, and he broke in and says, kind of pleading and distressed: