CHAPTER XXVI
ABOUT noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come for their tools.

Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house; Huck was measurably so, also--but suddenly said: "Lookyhere, Tom, do you know what day it is ?" Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then quickly lifted his eyes with a startled look in them-- "My! I never once thought of it, Huck!" "Well, I didn't neither, but all at once it popped onto me that it was Friday." "Blame it, a body can't be too careful, Huck.

We might 'a' got into an awful scrape, tackling such a thing on a Friday." "MIGHT! Better say we WOULD! There's some lucky days, maybe, but Friday ain't." "Any fool knows that.

I don't reckon YOU was the first that found it out, Huck." "Well, I never said I was, did I?
And Friday ain't all, neither.

I had a rotten bad dream last night--dreampt about rats." "No! Sure sign of trouble.