tell me what it is, and trust me — I won’t betray you.”
Huck looked into the old man’s honest eyes a moment, then bent over and whispered in his ear:
“’Tain’t a Spaniard — it’s Injun Joe!”
The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair. In a moment he said:
“It’s all plain enough, now. When you talked about notching ears and slitting noses I judged that that was your own embellishment, because white men don’t take that sort of revenge.
But an Injun! That’s a different matter altogether.”
During breakfast the talk went on, and in the course of it the old man said