So then he set to work to get up a plan to make him celebrated; and pretty soon he struck it, and offered to take me and Jim in. Tom Sawyer was always free and generous that way. There’s a-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 way, I can say that for him. There’s plenty of boys that will come hankering and groveling around you when you’ve got an apple and beg the core off of you; but when they’ve got one, and you beg for the core and remind them how you give them a core one time, they 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. Well, we went out in the woods on the hill, and Tom told us what it was. It was a crusade. [Illustration: “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?” “No,” says I, “I don’t. And I don’t care to, nuther. I’ve lived till now and done without it, and had my health, too. But as soon as you tell me, I’ll know, and that’s soon enough. I don’t see any use in finding out things and clogging up my head with them when I mayn’t ever have any occasion to use ’em. There was Lance Williams, he learned how to talk Choctaw here till one come and dug his grave for him. Now, then, what’s a crusade? But I can tell you one thing before you begin; if it’s a patent-right, there’s no money in it. Bill Thompson he—” “Patent-right!” says he. “I never see such an idiot. Why, a crusade is a kind of war.” I thought he must be losing his mind. But no, he was in real earnest, and went right on, perfectly ca’m. “A crusade is a war to recover the Holy Land from the paynim.” “Which Holy Land?” “Why, the Holy Land—there ain’t but one.” “What do we want of it?” “Why, can’t you understand? It’s in the hands of the paynim, and it’s our duty to take it away from them.” “How did we come to let them git hold of it?” “We didn’t come to let them git hold of it. They always had it.” “Why, Tom, then it must belong to them, don’t it?” “Why of course it does. Who said it didn’t?” I studied over it, but couldn’t seem to git at the right of it, no way. I says: “It’s too many for me, Tom Sawyer. If I had a farm and it was mine, and another person wanted it, would it be right for him to—”