The day after Injun Joe’s funeral, Huck was out of bed. He and Tom walked slowly out of the village. They had a good, long talk, and Huck heard all about the picnic, the cave and Injun Joe.
‘We’re never going to find the money now,’ said Huck.
‘Huck,’ said Tom. ‘The money isn’t in St Petersburg. It’s in the cave – I know it is! Why was Injun Joe in the cave? Because he took the box of money there! Right?’
Huck looked excited. ‘Say that again, Tom!’
‘The money’s in the cave! And we can get out it easily. Let’s go there now! I’ve got some candles and a long string. We can take a boat and put it back later.’
Twenty minutes later the boys were in a boat on the Mississipi. They went eight miles down the river and then Tom stopped by some small trees.
‘Here we are!’ he said.
Tom’s hole was just behind the trees, Tom took a candle and climbed in. Huck climbed in after him.
‘Injun Joe never found this hole,’ said Tom. ‘Or he did find it and couldn’t get through it. It’s very small.’
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