St Petersburg loved Tom for a weed. But Tom was not happy. Injun Joe was not in jail, and he was a dangerous man. Tom slept badly for weeks.
The slow summer days went by. Injun Joe did not come back to St Petersburg and Tom began to forget.
Treasure
There is a time in every boy’s life when he wants to go and dig for treasure. And that time came for Tom.
So, one hot summer’s day, he went to find Huck.
Huck liked the idea of treasure. ‘Where are we going to dig?’ he asked. ‘An old dead tree is best.’
‘Who puts the treasure under old trees?’
‘Robbers,’ said Tom. ‘And then they go away, or they forget to come back for the treasure.’
‘There’s an old dead tree on Cardiff Hill’ said Huck. ‘Let’s go there! I’ve got an old pick and shovel.’
It was three miles to the old tree and the boys arrived tired and hot. They dug for an hour or two, but they didn’t find any treasure. Then they stopped and Tom looked down at an old house at the foot of the hill.
