him.  Some think old Finn done it himself.” “No--is that so?” “Most everybody thought it at first.  He'll never know how nigh he come to getting lynched.  But before night they changed around and judged it was done by a runaway nigger named Jim.” “Why _he_--” I stopped.  I reckoned I better keep still.  She run on, and never noticed I had put in at all: “The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed.  So there's a reward out for him--three hundred dollars.  And there's a reward out for old Finn, too--two hundred dollars.  You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with 'em on the ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left.  Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see.  Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadn't ben seen sence ten o'clock the night the murder was done.  So then they put it on him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them.  Well, he hain't come back sence, and they ain't looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed things so folks would think robbers done it, and then he'd get Huck's money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit.  People do say he warn't any too good to do it.  Oh, he's sly, I reckon.  If he don't come back for a year he'll be all right.  You can't prove anything on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and he'll walk in Huck's money as easy as nothing.” “Yes, I reckon so, 'm.  I don't see nothing in the way of it.  Has everybody quit thinking the nigger done it?” “Oh, no, not everybody.  A good many thinks he done it.  But they'll