“_Now_ I reckon the thing is clear to you at last. In the other case the moving and steering was done by turning a peg. We touch a button, the prince turned a peg. There ain’t an atom of difference, you see. I knowed I could git it through your head if I stuck to it long enough.” He felt so happy he begun to whistle. But me and Jim was silent, so he broke off surprised, and says: “Looky here, Huck Finn, don’t you see it _yet?_” I says: “Tom Sawyer, I want to ask you some questions.” “Go ahead,” he says, and I see Jim chirk up to listen. “As I understand it, the whole thing is in the buttons and the peg—the rest ain’t of no consequence. A button is one shape, a peg is another shape, but that ain’t any matter?” “No, that ain’t any matter, as long as they’ve both got the same power.” “All right, then. What is the power that’s in a candle and in a match?” “It’s the fire.” “It’s the same in both, then?” “Yes, just the same in both.” “All right. Suppose I set fire to a carpenter shop with a match, what will happen to that carpenter shop?” “She’ll burn up.” “And suppose I set fire to this pyramid with a candle—will she burn up?” “Of course she won’t.” “All right. Now the fire’s the same, both times. _Why_ does the shop burn, and the pyramid don’t?” “Because the pyramid _can’t_ burn.” “Aha! and _a horse can’t fly!_” “My lan’, ef Huck ain’t got him ag’in! Huck’s landed him high en dry dis time, I tell you! Hit’s de smartes’ trap I ever see a body walk inter—en ef I—” But Jim was so full of laugh he got to strangling and couldn’t go on, and Tom was that mad to see how neat I had floored him, and turned his own argument ag’in him and knocked him all to rags and flinders with it, that all he could manage to say was that whenever he heard me and Jim try to argue it made him ashamed of the human race. I never said nothing; I was feeling pretty well satisfied. When I have got the best of a person that way, it ain’t my way to go around crowing about it the way some people does, for I consider that if I was in his place I wouldn’t wish him to crow over me. It’s better to be generous, that’s what I think. CHAPTER XIII. GOING FOR TOM’S PIPE: By and by we left Jim to float around up there in the neighborhood of the pyramids, and we clumb down to the hole where you go into the tunnel, and went in with some Arabs and candles, and away in there in the middle of the pyramid we found a room and a big stone box in it where they used to keep that king, just as the man in the Sunday-school said; but he was gone, now; somebody had got him. But I didn’t take no interest in the place, because there could be ghosts there, of course; not fresh ones, but I don’t like no kind.