How'd you feel to light on a rotten chest full of gold and silver--hey?"
But it roused only faint enthusiasm, which faded out, with no reply.
Tom tried one or two other seductions; but they failed, too.
It was discouraging work.
Joe sat poking up the sand with a stick and looking very gloomy.
Finally he said:
"Oh, boys, let's give it up.
I want to go home.
It's so lonesome."
"Oh no, Joe, you'll feel better by and by," said Tom.
"Just think of the fishing that's here."
"I don't care for fishing.
I want to go home."
"But, Joe, there ain't such another swimming-place anywhere."
"Swimming's no good.
I don't seem to care for it, somehow, when there ain't anybody to say I sha'n't go in.
I mean to go home."
"Oh, shucks!
Baby!
You want to see your mother, I reckon."
"Yes, I DO want to see my mother--and you would, too, if you had one.
I ain't any more baby than you are."
And Joe snuffled a little.
"Well, we'll let the cry-baby go home to his mother, won't we, Huck?
Poor thing--does it want to see its mother?
And so it shall.
You like it here, don't you, Huck?
We'll stay, won't we?"
Huck said,
"Y-e-s"--without any heart in it.
"I'll never speak to you again as long as I live," said Joe, rising.
"There now!"
And he moved moodily away and began to dress himself.
"Who cares!" said Tom.
"Nobody wants you to.
Go 'long home and get laughed at.
Oh, you're a nice pirate.
Huck and me ain't cry-babies.
We'll stay, won't we, Huck?
Let him go if he wants to.
I reckon we can get along without him, per'aps."
But Tom was uneasy, nevertheless, and was alarmed to see Joe go sullenly on with his dressing.
And then it was discomforting to see Huck eying Joe's preparations so wistfully, and keeping up such an ominous silence.
Presently, without a parting word, Joe began to wade off toward the Illinois shore.
Tom's heart began to sink.
He glanced at Huck.
Huck could not bear the look, and dropped his eyes. Then he said:
"I want to go, too, Tom.
It was getting so lonesome anyway, and now it'll be worse.
Let's us go, too, Tom."