“Here we is chewin’ on dis terrbul bacon, me a runaway and you a dead boy. You know dey gone think I da one dat kilt you.” “I never thought of that,” Huck said. “I never dreamed I could git you into trouble. Why would you want to kill me?” “Dat don’t matter none to white folks.” “I don’t like white folks,” he said. “And I is one.” “Sho look lak one.”
