looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat 'uz killed in dat shanty ef it warn't you?” Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart.  He said Tom Sawyer couldn't get up no better plan than what I had.  Then I says: “How do you come to be here, Jim, and how'd you get here?” He looked pretty uneasy, and didn't say nothing for a minute.  Then he says: “Maybe I better not tell.” “Why, Jim?” “Well, dey's reasons.  But you wouldn' tell on me ef I uz to tell you, would you, Huck?” “Blamed if I would, Jim.” “Well, I b'lieve you, Huck.  I--_I run off_.” “Jim!” “But mind, you said you wouldn' tell--you know you said you wouldn' tell, Huck.” “Well, I did.  I said I wouldn't, and I'll stick to it.  Honest _injun_, I will.  People would call me a low-down Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mum--but that don't make no difference.  I ain't a-going to tell, and I ain't a-going back there, anyways.  So, now, le's know all about it.” “Well, you see, it 'uz dis way.  Ole missus--dat'