There's plenty of boys that's mighty good and friendly when you've got a good thing, but when a good thing happens to come their way they don't say a word to you, and try to hog it all. That warn't ever Tom Sawyer's style—I can say that for him. There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvveling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they've got one, and you beg for the core and remind them how you give them a core one time, the make a mouth at you and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core. But I notice they always git come up with; all you got to do is to wait. Jake Hooker always done that way, and it warn't two years till he got drownded.
Well, we went out in the woods on the hill, and Tom told us what it was. It was a crusade.
"What's a crusade?" I says.
He looked scornful, the way he's always done when he was ashamed of a person, and says:
"Huck Finn, do you mean to tell me you don't know what a crusade is?"
