“Well, then, I’m as sorry as you are. Any way you druther have it, that is the way I druther have it. He—”
“There ain’t any druthers about it, Huck Finn; nobody said anything about druthers. And as for—”
He forgot he was talking, and went tramping along, studying. He begun to get excited again, and pretty soon he says:
“Huck, it’ll be the bulliest thing that ever happened if we find the body after everybody else has quit looking, and then go ahead and hunt up the murderer. It won’t only be an honor to us, but it’ll be an honor to Uncle Silas because it was us that done it. It’ll set him up again, you see if it don’t.”
But Old Jeff Hooker he throwed cold water on the whole business when we got to his blacksmith shop and told him what we come for.
“You can take the dog,” he says, “but you ain’t a-going to find any corpse, because there ain’t any corpse to find. Everybody’s quit looking, and they’re right. Soon as they come to think, they knowed there warn’t no corpse. And I’ll tell you for why. What does a person kill another person for, Tom Sawyer?—answer me that.”
“Why, he—er—”
“Answer up! You ain’t no fool. What does he kill him for?”
“Well, sometimes it’s for revenge, and—”
“Wait. One thing at a time. Revenge, says you; and right you are. Now who ever had anything agin that poor trifling no-account? Who do you reckon would want to kill him?—that rabbit!”