a dream, then, 'tain't a dream! Somehow I most wish it was. Dog'd if I don't, Huck.""What ain't a dream?""Oh, that thing yesterday. I been half thinking it was.""Dream! If them stairs hadn't broke down you'd 'a' seen how much dream it was! I've had dreams enough all night -- with that patch-eyed Spanish devil going for me all through 'em -- rot him!""No, not rot him. FIND him! Track the money!""Tom, we'll never find him. A feller don't have only one chance for such a pile -- and that one's lost. I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to see him, anyway.""Well, so'd I; but I'd like to see him, anyway -- and track him out -- to his Number Two.""Number Two -- yes, that's it. I been thinking 'bout that. But I can't make nothing out of it. What do you reckon it is?""I dono. It's too deep. Say, Huck -- maybe it's the number of a house!""Goody! ... No, Tom, that ain't it. If it is, it ain't in this one-horse town. They ain't no numbers here.""Well, that's so. Lemme think a minute. Here -- it's the number of a room -- in a tavern, you know!""Oh, that's the trick! They ain't only two taverns. We can find out quick.""You stay here, Huck, till I come."Tom was off at once. He did not care to have Huck's company in public places. He was gone half an hour. He found that in the best tavern, No. 2 had long been occupied by a young lawyer, and was still so occupied. In the less ostentatious house, No. 2 was a mystery. The tavern-keeper's young son said it was kept locked all the time, and he never saw anybody go into it or come out of it except at night; he did not know any particular reason for this state of things; had had some little curiosity, but it was rather feeble; had made the most of the mystery by entertaining himself with the idea that that room was "ha'nted"; had noticed that there was a light in there the night before."That's what I've found out, Huck. I reckon that's the very No. 2 we're after.""I reckon it is, Tom. Now what you going to do?""Lemme think."Tom thought a long t
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