He ain't no account; but then he hain't ever done anything to hurt anybody.

Just fishes a little, to get money to get drunk on--and loafs around considerable; but lord, we all do that--leastways most of us--preachers and such like.

But he's kind of good--he give me half a fish, once, when there warn't enough for two; and lots of times he's kind of stood by me when I was out of luck." "Well, he's mended kites for me, Huck, and knitted hooks on to my line.

I wish we could get him out of there." "My! we couldn't get him out, Tom.

And besides, 'twouldn't do any good; they'd ketch him again." "Yes--so they would.