The next morning, Jim doesn't really want to talk about the dead man on the grounds that it will bring back luck.
Of course, Jim had predicted bad luck the day before on account of Huck touching a snakeskin with his hand.
And here they are having scored a slew of supplies (and $8) from a dead man's floating house! Bad luck schmad luck, he says.
But Jim insists the bad luck is on its way.
Three days later, Huck plays a prank on Jim; he kills a rattlesnake and puts it in Jim's bed to scare him.
Unfortunately, the rattlesnake's mate comes and lies down with its dead partner (aw), and then bites Jim when he gets into bed.
Yeah, not so much bad luck as, well, Huck being a doofus.
Huck feels awful but isn't about to let on that the whole thing is his fault. Still, he follows Jim's detailed instructions to ward off any more bad luck.
Jim slugs away at some leftover whiskey to help the pain, and Huck declares he'd rather be bitten by a rattlesnake than drink any of that stuff.
Now we get to the good stuff: Jim decides that Huck should dress up like a girl and go to town to try and find some news.
Huck, obviously, thinks this is a great idea.
He puts on a dress (part of the supplies he and Jim found in the floating house), paddles in, and comes to the door of a little shanty. Through the window he can see a middle-aged woman sitting alone and knitting—prime bait for his scheme.