“They’re humans! One of ’em is, anyway. One of ’em’s old Muff Potter’s voice.”

“No — ’tain’t so, is it?”

“I bet I know it. Don’t you stir nor budge. He ain’t sharp enough to notice us. Drunk, the same as usual, likely — blamed old rip!”

“All right, I’ll keep still. Now they’re stuck. Can’t find it. Here they come again. Now they’re hot.

Cold again. Hot again. Red hot! They’re p’inted right, this time. Say, Huck, I know another o’ them voices; it’s Injun Joe.”

“That’s so — that murderin’ half-breed! I’d druther they was devils a dern sight. What kin they be up to?”