“Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred dollars in it, all rusty and gray, or rotten chest full of di’monds. How’s that?”

Huck’s eyes glowed.

“That’s bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you gimme the hundred dollars and I don’t want no di’monds.”

“All right. But I bet you I ain’t going to throw off on di’monds. Some of ’em’s worth twenty dollars apiece — there ain’t any, hardly, but’s worth six bits or a dollar.”

“No! Is that so?”

“Cert’nly — anybody’ll tell you so.

Hain’t you ever seen one, Huck?”