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It made me shiver, because I ain't as brave as some
people, but if I showed the white feather--well, I knowed better than do that. I kind of
hoped the boat would land somers, and we could skip ashore and not have to run the risk
of this row, I was so scared of Bud Dixon, but she was an upper-river tub and there warn't
no real chance of that.
"Well, the time strung along and along, and that fellow never come! Why, it strung along
till dawn begun to break, and still he never come. 'Thunder,' I says, 'what do you make
out of this?--ain't it suspicious?' 'Land!' Hal says, 'do you reckon he's playing us?--open
the paper!' I done it, and by gracious there warn't anything in it but a couple of little
pieces of loaf-sugar! THAT'S the reason he could set there and snooze all night so
comfortable. Smart? Well, I reckon! He had had them two papers all fixed and ready, and
he had put one of them in place of t'other right under our noses.
"We felt pretty cheap. But the thing to do, straight off, was to make a plan; and we done
it. We would do up the paper again, just as it was, and slip in, very elaborate and soft, and
lay it on the bunk again, and let on WE didn't know about any trick, and hadn't any idea
he was a-laughing at us behind them bogus snores of his'n; and we would stick by him,
and the first night we was ashore we would get him drunk and search him, and get the
di'monds; and DO for him, too, if it warn't too risky. If we got the swag, we'd GOT to do
for him, or he would hunt us down and do for us, sure. But I didn't have no real hope. I
knowed we could get him drunk--he was always ready for that--but what's the good of it?
You might search him a year and never find--"Well, right there I catched my breath and
broke off my thought! For an idea went ripping through my head that tore my brains to
rags--and land, but I felt gay and good! You see, I had had my boots off, to unswell my
feet, and just then I took up one of them to put it on, and I catched a glimpse of the
heel-bottom, and it just took my breath away. You remember about that puzzlesome little
screwdriver?"
"You bet I do," says Tom, all excited.
"Well, when I catched that glimpse of that boot heel, the idea that went smashing through
my head was, I know where he's hid the di'monds! You look at this boot heel, now. See,
it's bottomed with a steel plate, and the plate is fastened on with little screws. Now there
wasn't a screw about that feller anywhere but in his boot heels; so, if he needed a
screwdriver, I reckoned I knowed why."
"Huck, ain't it bully!" says Tom.

"Well, I got my boots on, and we went down and slipped in and laid the paper of sugar on
the berth, and sat down soft and sheepish and went to listening to Bud Dixon snore. Hal
Clayton dropped off pretty soon, but I didn't; I wasn't ever so wide awake in my life. I
was spying out from under the shade of my hat brim, searching the floor for leather. It
took me a long time, and I begun to think maybe my guess was wrong, but at last I struck
it. It laid over by the bulkhead, and was nearly the color of the carpet. It was a little round
plug about as thick as the end of your little finger, and I says to myself there's a di'mond
in the nest you've come from. Before long I spied out the plug's mate.
"Think of the smartness and coolness of that blatherskite! He put up that scheme on us
and reasoned out what we would do, and we went ahead and done it perfectly exact, like
a couple of pudd'nheads. He set there and took his own time to unscrew his heelplates
and cut out his plugs and stick in the di'monds and screw on his plates again . He allowed
we would steal the bogus swag and wait all night for him to come up and get drownded,
and by George it's just what we done! I think it was powerful smart."
"You bet your life it was!" says Tom, just full of admiration.

CHAPTER IV.
THE THREE SLEEPERS
WELL, all day we went through the humbug of watching one another, and it was pretty
sickly business for two of us and hard to act out, I can tell you. About