We concealed ourselves and slept under the sun and we came out of our daytime hide to find the Duke and the King sitting on our raft, waiting for us. “If it ain’t Hucklelarry and his nigger,” the Duke said. “That’s Huckleberry. How did you get here?” Huck asked. “We’re thieves,” the King said. “We stole a boat.” He pointed to a skiff tied up to some willows down the bank. Seeing them there was like a bad dream. It was as if they had appeared out of thin air. They were so assured and pleased with themselves.
