Марк Твен - Tom Sawyer, Detective стр 4.

But now we was up a stump, for we couldnt go to bed. We had to set up and watch one another. Pity, that was; pity to put that kind of a strain on us, because there was bad blood between us from a couple of weeks back, and we was only friends in the way of business. Bad anyway, seeing there was only two dimonds betwixt three men. First we had supper, and then tramped up and down the deck together smoking till most midnight; then we went and set down in my stateroom and locked the doors and looked in the piece of paper to see if the dimonds was all right, then laid it on the lower berth right in full sight; and there we set, and set, and by-and-by it got to be dreadful hard to keep awake. At last Bud Dixon he dropped off. As soon as he was snoring a good regular gait that was likely to last, and had his chin on his breast and looked permanent, Hal Clayton nodded towards the dimonds and then towards the outside door, and I understood. I reached and got the paper, and then we stood up and waited perfectly still; Bud never stirred; I turned the key of the outside door very soft and slow, then turned the knob the same way, and we went tiptoeing out onto the guard, and shut the door very soft and gentle.

There warnt nobody stirring anywhere, and the boat was slipping along, swift and steady, through the big water in the smoky moonlight. We never said a word, but went straight up onto the hurricane-deck and plumb back aft, and set down on the end of the sky-light. Both of us knowed what that meant, without having to explain to one another. Bud Dixon would wake up and miss the swag, and would come straight for us, for he aint afeard of anything or anybody, that man aint. He would come, and we would heave him overboard, or get killed trying. It made me shiver, because I aint as brave as some people, but if I showed the white feather well, I knowed better than do that. I kind of hoped the boat would land somers, and we could skip ashore and not have to run the risk of this row, I was so scared of Bud Dixon, but she was an upper-river tub and there warnt no real chance of that.

Well, the time strung along and along, and that fellow never come! Why, it strung along till dawn begun to break, and still he never come. Thunder, I says, what do you make out of this?  aint it suspicious? Land! Hal says, do you reckon hes playing us?  open the paper! I done it, and by gracious there warnt anything in it but a couple of little pieces of loaf-sugar! THATS the reason he could set there and snooze all night so comfortable. Smart? Well, I reckon! He had had them two papers all fixed and ready, and he had put one of them in place of tother right under our noses.

We felt pretty cheap. But the thing to do, straight off, was to make a plan; and we done it. We would do up the paper again, just as it was, and slip in, very elaborate and soft, and lay it on the bunk again, and let on WE didnt know about any trick, and hadnt any idea he was a-laughing at us behind them bogus snores of hisn; and we would stick by him, and the first night we was ashore we would get him drunk and search him, and get the dimonds; and DO for him, too, if it warnt too risky. If we got the swag, wed GOT to do for him, or he would hunt us down and do for us, sure. But I didnt have no real hope. I knowed we could get him drunk he was always ready for that but whats the good of it? You might search him a year and never find Well, right there I catched my breath and broke off my thought! For an idea went ripping through my head that tore my brains to rags and land, but I felt gay and good! You see, I had had my boots off, to unswell my feet, and just then I took up one of them to put it on, and I catched a glimpse of the heel-bottom, and it just took my breath away. You remember about that puzzlesome little screwdriver?

You bet I do, says Tom, all excited.

Well, when I catched that glimpse of that boot heel, the idea that went smashing through my head was, I know where hes hid the dimonds! You look at this boot heel, now. See, its bottomed with a steel plate, and the plate is fastened on with little screws. Now there wasnt a screw about that feller anywhere but in his boot heels; so, if he needed a screwdriver, I reckoned I knowed why.

Huck, aint it bully! says Tom.

Well, I got my boots on, and we went down and slipped in and laid the paper of sugar on the berth, and sat down soft and sheepish and went to listening to Bud Dixon snore. Hal Clayton dropped off pretty soon, but I didnt; I wasnt ever so wide awake in my life. I was spying out from under the shade of my hat brim, searching the floor for leather. It took me a long time, and I begun to think maybe my guess was wrong, but at last I struck it. It laid over by the bulkhead, and was nearly the color of the carpet. It was a little round plug about as thick as the end of your little finger, and I says to myself theres a dimond in the nest youve come from. Before long I spied out the plugs mate.

Think of the smartness and coolness of that blatherskite! He put up that scheme on us and reasoned out what we would do, and we went ahead and done it perfectly exact, like a couple of puddnheads. He set there and took his own time to unscrew his heelplates and cut out his plugs and stick in the dimonds and screw on his plates again. He allowed we would steal the bogus swag and wait all night for him to come up and get drownded, and by George its just what we done! I think it was powerful smart.

You bet your life it was! says Tom, just full of admiration.

CHAPTER IV. THE THREE SLEEPERS

WELL, all day we went through the humbug of watching one another, and it was pretty sickly business for two of us and hard to act out, I can tell you. About night we landed at one of them little Missouri towns high up toward Iowa, and had supper at the tavern, and got a room upstairs with a cot and a double bed in it, but I dumped my bag under a deal table in the dark hall while we was moving along it to bed, single file, me last, and the landlord in the lead with a tallow candle. We had up a lot of whisky, and went to playing high-low-jack for dimes, and as soon as the whisky begun to take hold of Bud we stopped drinking, but we didnt let him stop. We loaded him till he fell out of his chair and laid there snoring.