“We used spit instead. Tom Sawyer said it would do the same thing and how could we rob a bank wif our hands all cut up. One boy cried and said he was going to tell and Tom Sawyer shut him up wif a nickel.” “Ain’t you tellin’ me yo secrets right naw?” I asked. Huck paused. “You’re different.” “ ’Cause I’m a slave?” “No, taint that.” “What it is, den?” “You’re my friend, Jim.” “Why, thank ya, Huck.” “You won’t tell nobody, will ya?” He stared anxiously at me. “Even if we go out and rob us a bank. You won’t tell, right?” “I kin keep me a secret, Huck. I kin keep yo secret, too.”
