The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn | Chapter XXVII - Page 3

“In the bank for to be collected. Where would it be?”

“Well, that's all right then, thank goodness.”

Says I, kind of timid-like:

“Is something gone wrong?”

The king whirls on me and rips out:

“None o' your business! You keep your head shet, and mind y'r own affairs—if you got any. Long as you're in this town don't you forgit that—you hear?” Then he says to the duke, “We got to jest swaller it and say noth'n': mum's the word for us.”

As they was starting down the ladder the duke he chuckles again, and says:

“Quick sales and small profits! It's a good business—yes.”

The king snarls around on him and says:

“I was trying to do for the best in sellin' 'em out so quick. If the profits has turned out to be none, lackin' considable, and none to carry, is it my fault any more'n it's yourn?”

“Well, they'd be in this house yet and we wouldn't if I could 'a' got my advice listened to.”

The king sassed back as much as was safe for him, and then swapped around and lit into me again. He give me down the banks for not coming and telling him I see the niggers come out of his room acting that way—said any fool would 'a' knowed something was up. And then waltzed in and cussed himself awhile, and said it all come of him not laying late and taking his natural rest that morning, and he'd be blamed if he'd ever do it again. So they went off a-jawing; and I felt dreadful glad I'd worked it all off onto the niggers, and yet hadn't done the niggers no harm by it.

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