Tom and Huck Page #5

Oh, Tom, it's, it's--

What is it?

- It's your engagement ring.

- It's beautiful.

It sure is. Why, when I was engaged

to Amy Lawrence, she--

What? You mean,

I'm not the first?

Yeah. But, Becky, that was ages ago.

Two months at least.

- I hate you.

- What?

I hate you,

and I hope you die!

What'd I do?

[ Boy ]

Guys, that's Injun Joe. Run!

This here belong

to any of you?

- Hah!

- [ Gasps ]

- Uh, anybody come to see me, Sheriff?

- Muff, don't be stupid.

Nobody cares about you.

Nobody's gonna miss you when you're gone.

[ Sheriff]

Here you go.

Thank you.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Sighs ]

Injun Joe's on the move.

What made you

come back, Huck?

I figured if you did it alone,

you'd probably splotch it up.

Yeah, probably.

[ Man Snoring ]

[ Snoring Continues ]

[ Man ]

You better watch your mouth.

[ Arguing, Fighting ]

[ Arguing, Chatting ]

[ Injun Joe ]

Some kid dropped a marble in the graveyard.

- You see this here?

- He's got my marble.

Agh!

Eh, probably a drunk.

- It ain't Muff Potter.

- [ Laughing ] It's so.

The only stumblin' he's gonna be doin'

is at the end of a rope.

- Shut up--

- [ Clears Throat ]

Partner.

Yeah,Joe... partner.

[ Man ]

Come on, move.! Let's move.

Watch it. Watch it.

C'mon, hit me.

[ Grunting ]

Nice little pirogue

you got there.

Come on, Lefty.

All right, Lefty.

Get it out.

That's it, that's it.

[ Man ]

Double hold. Now, c'mon.

All right, separate apart.

Go ahead.

I guess we can use

Muff s raft.

Yeah. I doubt he'll be usin' it

anytime soon.

We better hide the raft

and camp out 'til first light.

[ Bird Squawking ]

Huck?

Huck?

Huck?

Huck!

[ Laughing ]

[ Snoring ]

He's drunk asleep.

Shouldn't be too hard

to get that map.

Yeah. Let's get it

and ""git.''

[ Snoring Continues ]

Ain't ya comin'?

One map don't need

the two of us.

I'll wait here.

[ Snoring ]

[ Twig Cracks ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

- [ Snoring Continues ]

- Go.

[ Snorts ]

[ Sneezes ]

[ Pots Crashing ]

Them goddamn wild boars.

Hah!

[ Sighs ]

You had to sneeze.

- [ Thunderclaps ]

- Muff s raft must've washed away in the storm.

I guess we'll have to take

the long way back to Hannibal.

But I'll tell ya, your ol' aunt's gonna tar

the head off of you...

if she finds out you've been out with me

all this time.

What?

- It's the old haunted house.

- So?

Ghosts don't come out 'til night anyways.

[ Sniffling ]

- [ Clanking ]

- Then what was that?

I don't know,

but it's gettin' closer.

Then what are we

standing here for?

[ Door Creaking ]

Tom. Tom.

- [ Creaking ]

- What was that?

They say this place

is haunted.

Ahh!

With rats maybe.

[ Creaking Continues ]

[ Injun Joe ]

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