‘Hey, look!’ he said. ‘Nobody lives in that old house. Let’s go there. Old houses are always good for treasure.’
‘Good for ghosts too!’ said Huck.
They tool the pick and shovel with them, went down the hill and into the old house. They looked in all the rooms downstairs and then went upstairs. But there was no treasure and no ghosts. Then they heard a noise.
‘Sh!’ said Tom suddenly. ‘What’s that?’
‘Ghosts!’ whispered Huck.
There were holes in the floor, and through them the boys could see into the rooms downstairs.
‘No,’ Tom whispered. ‘It’s two men. One is the old Spaniard. He came to live in the village last week. I don’t know the other man. Sh! Let’s listen to them.’
The two men sat down on the floor. The Spaniard had a green hat and long white hair; the other man was small and dark. He took out a bag and began to open it.
‘It’s hot in here,’ the Spaniard said. He took off his green hat – and then he took off his long white hair!
‘Tom!’ Huck whispered upstairs. ‘That’s Injun Joe!’
