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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 6. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 30, 2004 [EBook #7198] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (156K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1038" width="832"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="spine.jpg (33K)" src="images/spine.jpg" height="1028" width="204"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center> +<h1>THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER </h1> +<br><br> +<h2>BY MARK TWAIN</h2> +<h3>(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)</h3> +</center> +<br><br> +<h2>Part 6.</h2> +<br> +<a name="frontispiece"></a> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece.jpg (259K)" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" height="1027" width="750"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (72K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1030" width="843"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (10K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="245" width="473"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>CONTENTS</h2></center> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<p><a href="#c23">CHAPTER XXIII.</a> +Old Muff's Friends—Muff Potter in Court +<br>—Muff Potter Saved</p> +<p><a href="#c24">CHAPTER XXIV.</a> +Tom as the Village Hero—Days of Splendor +<br>and Nights of Horror—Pursuit of Injun Joe</p> +<p><a href="#c25">CHAPTER XXV.</a> +About Kings and Diamonds—Search for the Treasure +<br>—Dead People and Ghosts</p> +<p><a href="#c26">CHAPTER XXVI.</a> +The Haunted House—Sleepy Ghosts +<br>—A Box of Gold—Bitter Luck</p> +<p><a href="#c27">CHAPTER XXVII.</a> +Doubts to be Settled—The Young Detectives</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +<a href="#23-181">The Judge</a><br> +<a href="#23-184">Visiting the Prisoner</a><br> +<a href="#23-186">Tom Swears</a><br> +<a href="#23-188">The Court Room</a><br> +<a href="#24-189">The Detective</a><br> +<a href="#24-190">Tom Dreams</a><br> +<a href="#25-191">The Treasure</a><br> +<a href="#25-192">The Private Conference</a><br> +<a href="#25-194">A King; Poor Fellow!</a><br> +<a href="#25-195">Business</a><br> +<a href="#25-198">The Ha'nted House</a><br> +<a href="#26-199">Injun Joe</a><br> +<a href="#26-200">The Greatest and Best</a><br> +<a href="#26-205">Hidden Treasures Unearthed</a><br> +<a href="#26-207">The Boy's Salvation</a><br> +<a href="#27-208">Room No. 2</a><br> +<a href="#27-209">The Next Day's Conference</a><br> +<a href="#27-211">Treasures</a><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c23"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-181"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-181.jpg (192K)" src="images/23-181.jpg" height="928" width="791"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>AT last the sleepy atmosphere was stirred—and +vigorously: the murder trial came on in the court. It became the +absorbing topic of village talk immediately. Tom could not get +away from it. Every reference to the murder sent a shudder to +his heart, for his troubled conscience and fears almost persuaded +him that these remarks were put forth in his hearing as +"feelers"; he did not see how he could be suspected of knowing +anything about the murder, but still he could not be comfortable +in the midst of this gossip. It kept him in a cold shiver all the +time. He took Huck to a lonely place to have a talk with him. It +would be some relief to unseal his tongue for a little while; to +divide his burden of distress with another sufferer. Moreover, +he wanted to assure himself that Huck had remained discreet.</p> + +<p>"Huck, have you ever told anybody about—that?"</p> + +<p>"'Bout what?"</p> + +<p>"You know what."</p> + +<p>"Oh—'course I haven't."</p> + +<p>"Never a word?"</p> + +<p>"Never a solitary word, so help me. What makes you ask?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I was afeard."</p> + +<p>"Why, Tom Sawyer, we wouldn't be alive two days if that got +found out. YOU know that."</p> + +<p>Tom felt more comfortable. After a pause:</p> + +<p>"Huck, they couldn't anybody get you to tell, could they?"</p> + +<p>"Get me to tell? Why, if I wanted that halfbreed devil to +drownd me they could get me to tell. They ain't no different +way."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's all right, then. I reckon we're safe as long as +we keep mum. But let's swear again, anyway. It's more +surer."</p> + +<p>"I'm agreed."</p> + +<p>So they swore again with dread solemnities.</p> + +<p>"What is the talk around, Huck? I've heard a power of it."</p> + +<p>"Talk? Well, it's just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter +all the time. It keeps me in a sweat, constant, so's I want to +hide som'ers."</p> + +<p>"That's just the same way they go on round me. I reckon he's a +goner. Don't you feel sorry for him, sometimes?"</p> + +<p>"Most always—most always. He ain't no account; but then +he hain't ever done anything to hurt anybody. Just fishes a +little, to get money to get drunk on—and loafs around +considerable; but lord, we all do that—leastways most of +us—preachers and such like. But he's kind of good—he +give me half a fish, once, when there warn't enough for two; and +lots of times he's kind of stood by me when I was out of +luck."</p> + +<p>"Well, he's mended kites for me, Huck, and knitted hooks on to +my line. I wish we could get him out of there."</p> + +<p>"My! we couldn't get him out, Tom. And besides, 'twouldn't do +any good; they'd ketch him again."</p> + +<p>"Yes—so they would. But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so +like the dickens when he never done—that."</p> + +<p>"I do too, Tom. Lord, I hear 'em say he's the bloodiest +looking villain in this country, and they wonder he wasn't ever +hung before."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they talk like that, all the time. I've heard 'em say +that if he was to get free they'd lynch him."</p> + +<p>"And they'd do it, too."</p> + +<p>The boys had a long talk, but it brought them little comfort. +As the twilight drew on, they found themselves hanging about the +neighborhood of the little isolated jail, perhaps with an +undefined hope that something would happen that might clear away +their difficulties. But nothing happened; there seemed to be no +angels or fairies interested in this luckless captive.</p> + +<p>The boys did as they had often done before—went to the +cell grating and gave Potter some tobacco and matches. He was on +the ground floor and there were no guards.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-184"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-184.jpg (108K)" src="images/23-184.jpg" height="944" width="377"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>His gratitude for their gifts had always smote their +consciences before—it cut deeper than ever, this time. +They felt cowardly and treacherous to the last degree when Potter +said:</p> + +<p>"You've been mighty good to me, boys—better'n anybody +else in this town. And I don't forget it, I don't. Often I says +to myself, says I, 'I used to mend all the boys' kites and +things, and show 'em where the good fishin' places was, and +befriend 'em what I could, and now they've all forgot old Muff +when he's in trouble; but Tom don't, and Huck don't—THEY +don't forget him, says I, 'and I don't forget them.' Well, boys, +I done an awful thing—drunk and crazy at the +time—that's the only way I account for it—and now I +got to swing for it, and it's right. Right, and BEST, too, I +reckon—hope so, anyway. Well, we won't talk about that. I +don't want to make YOU feel bad; you've befriended me. But what I +want to say, is, don't YOU ever get drunk—then you won't +ever get here. Stand a litter furder west—so—that's +it; it's a prime comfort to see faces that's friendly when a +body's in such a muck of trouble, and there don't none come here +but yourn. Good friendly faces—good friendly faces. Git up +on one another's backs and let me touch 'em. That's it. Shake +hands—yourn'll come through the bars, but mine's too big. +Little hands, and weak—but they've helped Muff Potter a +power, and they'd help him more if they could."</p> + +<p>Tom went home miserable, and his dreams that night were full +of horrors. The next day and the day after, he hung about the +courtroom, drawn by an almost irresistible impulse to go in, +but forcing himself to stay out. Huck was having the same +experience. They studiously avoided each other. Each wandered +away, from time to time, but the same dismal fascination always +brought them back presently. Tom kept his ears open when idlers +sauntered out of the courtroom, but invariably heard distressing +news—the toils were closing more and more relentlessly +around poor Potter. At the end of the second day the village talk +was to the effect that Injun Joe's evidence stood firm and +unshaken, and that there was not the slightest question as to +what the jury's verdict would be.</p> + +<p>Tom was out late, that night, and came to bed through the +window. He was in a tremendous state of excitement. It was hours +before he got to sleep. All the village flocked to the +courthouse the next morning, for this was to be the great day. +Both sexes were about equally represented in the packed audience. +After a long wait the jury filed in and took their places; +shortly afterward, Potter, pale and haggard, timid and hopeless, +was brought in, with chains upon him, and seated where all the +curious eyes could stare at him; no less conspicuous was Injun +Joe, stolid as ever. There was another pause, and then the judge +arrived and the sheriff proclaimed the opening of the court. The +usual whisperings among the lawyers and gathering together of +papers followed. These details and accompanying delays worked up +an atmosphere of preparation that was as impressive as it was +fascinating.</p> + +<p>Now a witness was called who testified that he found Muff +Potter washing in the brook, at an early hour of the morning that +the murder was discovered, and that he immediately sneaked away. +After some further questioning, counsel for the prosecution +said:</p> + +<p>"Take the witness."</p> + +<p>The prisoner raised his eyes for a moment, but dropped them +again when his own counsel said:</p> + +<p>"I have no questions to ask him."</p> + +<p>The next witness proved the finding of the knife near the +corpse. Counsel for the prosecution said:</p> + +<p>"Take the witness."</p> + +<p>"I have no questions to ask him," Potter's lawyer replied.</p> + +<p>A third witness swore he had often seen the knife in Potter's +possession.</p> + +<p>"Take the witness."</p> + +<p>Counsel for Potter declined to question him. The faces of the +audience began to betray annoyance. Did this attorney mean to +throw away his client's life without an effort?</p> + +<p>Several witnesses deposed concerning Potter's guilty behavior +when brought to the scene of the murder. They were allowed to +leave the stand without being cross-questioned.</p> + +<p>Every detail of the damaging circumstances that occurred in +the graveyard upon that morning which all present remembered so +well was brought out by credible witnesses, but none of them were +cross-examined by Potter's lawyer. The perplexity and +dissatisfaction of the house expressed itself in murmurs and +provoked a reproof from the bench. Counsel for the prosecution +now said:</p> + +<p>"By the oaths of citizens whose simple word is above +suspicion, we have fastened this awful crime, beyond all +possibility of question, upon the unhappy prisoner at the bar. We +rest our case here."</p> + +<p>A groan escaped from poor Potter, and he put his face in his +hands and rocked his body softly to and fro, while a painful +silence reigned in the courtroom. Many men were moved, and many +women's compassion testified itself in tears. Counsel for the +defence rose and said:</p> + +<p>"Your honor, in our remarks at the opening of this trial, we +foreshadowed our purpose to prove that our client did this +fearful deed while under the influence of a blind and +irresponsible delirium produced by drink. We have changed our +mind. We shall not offer that plea." [Then to the clerk:] "Call +Thomas Sawyer!"</p> + +<p>A puzzled amazement awoke in every face in the house, not even +excepting Potter's. Every eye fastened itself with wondering +interest upon Tom as he rose and took his place upon the stand. +The boy looked wild enough, for he was badly scared. The oath was +administered.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-186"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-186.jpg (53K)" src="images/23-186.jpg" height="483" width="348"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Thomas Sawyer, where were you on the seventeenth of June, +about the hour of midnight?"</p> + +<p>Tom glanced at Injun Joe's iron face and his tongue failed +him. The audience listened breathless, but the words refused to +come. After a few moments, however, the boy got a little of his +strength back, and managed to put enough of it into his voice to +make part of the house hear:</p> + +<p>"In the graveyard!"</p> + +<p>"A little bit louder, please. Don't be afraid. You +were—"</p> + +<p>"In the graveyard."</p> + +<p>A contemptuous smile flitted across Injun Joe's face.</p> + +<p>"Were you anywhere near Horse Williams' grave?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Speak up—just a trifle louder. How near were you?"</p> + +<p>"Near as I am to you."</p> + +<p>"Were you hidden, or not?"</p> + +<p>"I was hid."</p> + +<p>"Where?"</p> + +<p>"Behind the elms that's on the edge of the grave."</p> + +<p>Injun Joe gave a barely perceptible start.</p> + +<p>"Any one with you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. I went there with—"</p> + +<p>"Wait—wait a moment. Never mind mentioning your +companion's name. We will produce him at the proper time. Did you +carry anything there with you."</p> + +<p>Tom hesitated and looked confused.</p> + +<p>"Speak out, my boy—don't be diffident. The truth is +always respectable. What did you take there?"</p> + +<p>"Only a—a—dead cat."</p> + +<p>There was a ripple of mirth, which the court checked.</p> + +<p>"We will produce the skeleton of that cat. Now, my boy, tell +us everything that occurred—tell it in your own +way—don't skip anything, and don't be afraid."</p> + +<p>Tom began—hesitatingly at first, but as he warmed to his +subject his words flowed more and more easily; in a little while +every sound ceased but his own voice; every eye fixed itself upon +him; with parted lips and bated breath the audience hung upon his +words, taking no note of time, rapt in the ghastly fascinations +of the tale. The strain upon pent emotion reached its climax when +the boy said:</p> + +<p>"—and as the doctor fetched the board around and Muff +Potter fell, Injun Joe jumped with the knife and—"</p> + +<p>Crash! Quick as lightning the halfbreed sprang for a window, +tore his way through all opposers, and was gone!</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-188"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-188.jpg (112K)" src="images/23-188.jpg" height="489" width="672"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c24"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +</center> + +<a name="24-189"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="24-189.jpg (165K)" src="images/24-189.jpg" height="890" width="788"> + </center> + +<p>TOM was a glittering hero once more—the pet of the old, +the envy of the young. His name even went into immortal print, +for the village paper magnified him. There were some that +believed he would be President, yet, if he escaped hanging.</p> + +<p>As usual, the fickle, unreasoning world took Muff Potter to +its bosom and fondled him as lavishly as it had abused him +before. But that sort of conduct is to the world's credit; +therefore it is not well to find fault with it.</p> + +<p>Tom's days were days of splendor and exultation to him, but +his nights were seasons of horror. Injun Joe infested all his +dreams, and always with doom in his eye. Hardly any temptation +could persuade the boy to stir abroad after nightfall. Poor Huck +was in the same state of wretchedness and terror, for Tom had +told the whole story to the lawyer the night before the great day +of the trial, and Huck was sore afraid that his share in the +business might leak out, yet, notwithstanding Injun Joe's flight +had saved him the suffering of testifying in court. The poor +fellow had got the attorney to promise secrecy, but what of that? +Since Tom's harassed conscience had managed to drive him to the +lawyer's house by night and wring a dread tale from lips that had +been sealed with the dismalest and most formidable of oaths, +Huck's confidence in the human race was wellnigh +obliterated.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="24-190"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="24-190.jpg (57K)" src="images/24-190.jpg" height="493" width="347"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Daily Muff Potter's gratitude made Tom glad he had spoken; but +nightly he wished he had sealed up his tongue.</p> + +<p>Half the time Tom was afraid Injun Joe would never be +captured; the other half he was afraid he would be. He felt sure +he never could draw a safe breath again until that man was dead +and he had seen the corpse.</p> + +<p>Rewards had been offered, the country had been scoured, but no +Injun Joe was found. One of those omniscient and aweinspiring +marvels, a detective, came up from St. Louis, moused around, +shook his head, looked wise, and made that sort of astounding +success which members of that craft usually achieve. That is to +say, he "found a clew." But you can't hang a "clew" for murder, +and so after that detective had got through and gone home, Tom +felt just as insecure as he was before.</p> + +<p>The slow days drifted on, and each left behind it a slightly +lightened weight of apprehension.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c25"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-191"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-191.jpg (193K)" src="images/25-191.jpg" height="943" width="764"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>THERE comes a time in every rightly-constructed boy's life +when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden +treasure. This desire suddenly came upon Tom one day. He +sallied out to find Joe Harper, but failed of success. Next he +sought Ben Rogers; he had gone fishing. Presently he stumbled +upon Huck Finn the Red-Handed. Huck would answer. Tom took him to +a private place and opened the matter to him confidentially. +Huck was willing. Huck was always willing to take a hand in any +enterprise that offered entertainment and required no capital, +for he had a troublesome superabundance of that sort of time +which is not money. "Where'll we dig?" said Huck.</p> + +<p>"Oh, most anywhere."</p> + +<p>"Why, is it hid all around?"</p> + +<p>"No, indeed it ain't. It's hid in mighty particular places, +Huck—sometimes on islands, sometimes in rotten chests +under the end of a limb of an old dead tree, just where the +shadow falls at midnight; but mostly under the floor in ha'nted +houses."</p> + +<p>"Who hides it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, robbers, of course—who'd you reckon? +Sunday-school sup'rintendents?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. If 'twas mine I wouldn't hide it; I'd spend it +and have a good time."</p> + +<p>"So would I. But robbers don't do that way. They always hide +it and leave it there."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-192"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-192.jpg (59K)" src="images/25-192.jpg" height="514" width="371"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Don't they come after it any more?"</p> + +<p>"No, they think they will, but they generally forget the +marks, or else they die. Anyway, it lays there a long time and +gets rusty; and by and by somebody finds an old yellow paper that +tells how to find the marks—a paper that's got to be +ciphered over about a week because it's mostly signs and +hy'roglyphics."</p> + +<p>"HyroQwhich?"</p> + +<p>"Hy'roglyphics—pictures and things, you know, that don't +seem to mean anything."</p> + +<p>"Have you got one of them papers, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Well then, how you going to find the marks?"</p> + +<p>"I don't want any marks. They always bury it under a ha'nted +house or on an island, or under a dead tree that's got one limb +sticking out. Well, we've tried Jackson's Island a little, and we +can try it again some time; and there's the old ha'nted house up +the Still-House branch, and there's lots of dead-limb +trees—dead loads of 'em."</p> + +<p>"Is it under all of them?"</p> + +<p>"How you talk! No!"</p> + +<p>"Then how you going to know which one to go for?"</p> + +<p>"Go for all of 'em!"</p> + +<p>"Why, Tom, it'll take all summer."</p> + +<p>"Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a +hundred dollars in it, all rusty and gray, or rotten chest full +of di'monds. How's that?"</p> + +<p>Huck's eyes glowed.</p> + +<p>"That's bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you gimme the +hundred dollars and I don't want no di'monds."</p> + +<p>"All right. But I bet you I ain't going to throw off on +di'monds. Some of 'em's worth twenty dollars apiece—there +ain't any, hardly, but's worth six bits or a dollar."</p> + +<p>"No! Is that so?"</p> + +<p>"Cert'nly—anybody'll tell you so. Hain't you ever seen +one, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"Not as I remember."</p> + +<p>"Oh, kings have slathers of them."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don' know no kings, Tom."</p> + +<p>"I reckon you don't. But if you was to go to Europe you'd see +a raft of 'em hopping around."</p> + +<p>"Do they hop?"</p> + +<p>"Hop?—your granny! No!"</p> + +<p>"Well, what did you say they did, for?"</p> + +<p>"Shucks, I only meant you'd SEE 'em—not hopping, of +course—what do they want to hop for?—but I mean you'd +just see 'em—scattered around, you know, in a kind of a +general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard."</p> + +<p>"Richard? What's his other name?"</p> + +<p>"He didn't have any other name. Kings don't have any but a +given name."</p> + +<p>"No?"</p> + +<p>"But they don't."</p> + +<p>"Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want to be +a king and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But +say—where you going to dig first?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-194"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-194.jpg (56K)" src="images/25-194.jpg" height="484" width="355"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Well, I don't know. S'pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree +on the hill t'other side of Still-House branch?"</p> + +<p>"I'm agreed."</p> + +<p>So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their +three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw +themselves down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and +have a smoke.</p> + +<p>"I like this," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"So do I."</p> + +<p>"Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do +with your share?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I'll +go to every circus that comes along. I bet I'll have a gay +time."</p> + +<p>"Well, ain't you going to save any of it?"</p> + +<p>"Save it? What for?"</p> + +<p>"Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town +some day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up, and I tell +you he'd clean it out pretty quick. What you going to do with +yourn, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"I'm going to buy a new drum, and a sure'nough sword, and a +red necktie and a bull pup, and get married."</p> + +<p>"Married!"</p> + +<p>"That's it."</p> + +<p>"Tom, you—why, you ain't in your right mind."</p> + +<p>"Wait—you'll see."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's the foolishest thing you could do. Look at pap +and my mother. Fight! Why, they used to fight all the time. I +remember, mighty well."</p> + +<p>"That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't +fight."</p> + +<p>"Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb a body. Now +you better think 'bout this awhile. I tell you you better. What's +the name of the gal?"</p> + +<p>"It ain't a gal at all—it's a girl."</p> + +<p>"It's all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some says +girl—both's right, like enough. Anyway, what's her name, +Tom?"</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you some time—not now."</p> + +<p>"All right—that'll do. Only if you get married I'll be +more lonesomer than ever."</p> + +<p>"No you won't. You'll come and live with me. Now stir out of +this and we'll go to digging."</p> + +<p>They worked and sweated for half an hour. No result. They +toiled another halfhour. Still no result. Huck said:</p> + +<p>"Do they always bury it as deep as this?"</p> + +<p>"Sometimes—not always. Not generally. I reckon we +haven't got the right place."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-195"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-195.jpg (52K)" src="images/25-195.jpg" height="514" width="352"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>So they chose a new spot and began again. The labor dragged a +little, but still they made progress. They pegged away in silence +for some time. Finally Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the +beaded drops from his brow with his sleeve, and said:</p> + +<p>"Where you going to dig next, after we get this one?"</p> + +<p>"I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's over yonder +on Cardiff Hill back of the widow's."</p> + +<p>"I reckon that'll be a good one. But won't the widow take it +away from us, Tom? It's on her land."</p> + +<p>"SHE take it away! Maybe she'd like to try it once. Whoever +finds one of these hid treasures, it belongs to him. It don't +make any difference whose land it's on."</p> + +<p>That was satisfactory. The work went on. By and by Huck +said:</p> + +<p>"Blame it, we must be in the wrong place again. What do you +think?"</p> + +<p>"It is mighty curious, Huck. I don't understand it. Sometimes +witches interfere. I reckon maybe that's what's the trouble +now."</p> + +<p>"Shucks! Witches ain't got no power in the daytime."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's so. I didn't think of that. Oh, I know what the +matter is! What a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out +where the shadow of the limb falls at midnight, and that's where +you dig!"</p> + +<p>"Then consound it, we've fooled away all this work for +nothing. Now hang it all, we got to come back in the night. It's +an awful long way. Can you get out?"</p> + +<p>"I bet I will. We've got to do it tonight, too, because if +somebody sees these holes they'll know in a minute what's here +and they'll go for it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll come around and maow tonight."</p> + +<p>"All right. Let's hide the tools in the bushes."</p> + +<p>The boys were there that night, about the appointed time. +They sat in the shadow waiting. It was a lonely place, and an +hour made solemn by old traditions. Spirits whispered in the +rustling leaves, ghosts lurked in the murky nooks, the deep +baying of a hound floated up out of the distance, an owl answered +with his sepulchral note. The boys were subdued by these +solemnities, and talked little. By and by they judged that twelve +had come; they marked where the shadow fell, and began to dig. +Their hopes commenced to rise. Their interest grew stronger, and +their industry kept pace with it. The hole deepened and still +deepened, but every time their hearts jumped to hear the pick +strike upon something, they only suffered a new disappointment. +It was only a stone or a chunk. At last Tom said:</p> + +<p>"It ain't any use, Huck, we're wrong again."</p> + +<p>"Well, but we CAN'T be wrong. We spotted the shadder to a +dot."</p> + +<p>"I know it, but then there's another thing."</p> + +<p>"What's that?".</p> + +<p>"Why, we only guessed at the time. Like enough it was too late +or too early."</p> + +<p>Huck dropped his shovel.</p> + +<p>"That's it," said he. "That's the very trouble. We got to give +this one up. We can't ever tell the right time, and besides this +kind of thing's too awful, here this time of night with witches +and ghosts a-fluttering around so. I feel as if something's +behind me all the time; and I'm afeard to turn around, becuz +maybe there's others in front a-waiting for a chance. I been +creeping all over, ever since I got here."</p> + +<p>"Well, I've been pretty much so, too, Huck. They most always +put in a dead man when they bury a treasure under a tree, to look +out for it."</p> + +<p>"Lordy!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, they do. I've always heard that."</p> + +<p>"Tom, I don't like to fool around much where there's dead +people. A body's bound to get into trouble with 'em, sure."</p> + +<p>"I don't like to stir 'em up, either. S'pose this one here was +to stick his skull out and say something!"</p> + +<p>"Don't Tom! It's awful."</p> + +<p>"Well, it just is. Huck, I don't feel comfortable a bit."</p> + +<p>"Say, Tom, let's give this place up, and try somewheres +else."</p> + +<p>"All right, I reckon we better."</p> + +<p>"What'll it be?"</p> + +<p>Tom considered awhile; and then said:</p> + +<p>"The ha'nted house. That's it!"</p> + +<p>"Blame it, I don't like ha'nted houses, Tom. Why, they're a +dern sight worse'n dead people. Dead people might talk, maybe, +but they don't come sliding around in a shroud, when you ain't +noticing, and peep over your shoulder all of a sudden and grit +their teeth, the way a ghost does. I couldn't stand such a thing +as that, Tom—nobody could."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but, Huck, ghosts don't travel around only at night. +They won't hender us from digging there in the daytime."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's so. But you know mighty well people don't go +about that ha'nted house in the day nor the night."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's mostly because they don't like to go where a +man's been murdered, anyway—but nothing's ever been seen +around that house except in the night—just some blue lights +slipping by the windows—no regular ghosts."</p> + +<p>"Well, where you see one of them blue lights flickering +around, Tom, you can bet there's a ghost mighty close behind it. +It stands to reason. Becuz you know that they don't anybody but +ghosts use 'em."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's so. But anyway they don't come around in the +daytime, so what's the use of our being afeard?"</p> + +<p>"Well, all right. We'll tackle the ha'nted house if you say +so—but I reckon it's taking chances."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-198"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-198.jpg (97K)" src="images/25-198.jpg" height="518" width="684"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>They had started down the hill by this time. There in the +middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the "ha'nted" +house, utterly isolated, its fences gone long ago, rank weeds +smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the +window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys +gazed awhile, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a +window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the +circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the +haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through +the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c26"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="26-199"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-199.jpg (195K)" src="images/26-199.jpg" height="938" width="801"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>ABOUT noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; +they had come for their tools. Tom was impatient to go to the +haunted house; Huck was measurably so, also—but suddenly +said:</p> + +<p>"Lookyhere, Tom, do you know what day it is?"</p> + +<p>Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then quickly +lifted his eyes with a startled look in them—</p> + +<p>"My! I never once thought of it, Huck!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I didn't neither, but all at once it popped onto me +that it was Friday."</p> + +<p>"Blame it, a body can't be too careful, Huck. We might 'a' got +into an awful scrape, tackling such a thing on a Friday."</p> + +<p>"MIGHT! Better say we WOULD! There's some lucky days, maybe, +but Friday ain't."</p> + +<p>"Any fool knows that. I don't reckon YOU was the first that +found it out, Huck."</p> + +<p>"Well, I never said I was, did I? And Friday ain't all, +neither. I had a rotten bad dream last night—dreampt about +rats."</p> + +<p>"No! Sure sign of trouble. Did they fight?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's good, Huck. When they don't fight it's only a +sign that there's trouble around, you know. All we got to do is +to look mighty sharp and keep out of it. We'll drop this thing +for today, and play. Do you know Robin Hood, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"No. Who's Robin Hood?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he was one of the greatest men that was ever in +England—and the best. He was a robber."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="26-200"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-200.jpg (42K)" src="images/26-200.jpg" height="462" width="338"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Cracky, I wisht I was. Who did he rob?"</p> + +<p>"Only sheriffs and bishops and rich people and kings, and such +like. But he never bothered the poor. He loved 'em. He always +divided up with 'em perfectly square."</p> + +<p>"Well, he must 'a' been a brick."</p> + +<p>"I bet you he was, Huck. Oh, he was the noblest man that ever +was. They ain't any such men now, I can tell you. He could lick +any man in England, with one hand tied behind him; and he could +take his yew bow and plug a ten-cent piece every time, a mile and +a half."</p> + +<p>"What's a YEW bow?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. It's some kind of a bow, of course. And if he +hit that dime only on the edge he would set down and +cry—and curse. But we'll play Robin Hood—it's nobby +fun. I'll learn you."</p> + +<p>"I'm agreed."</p> + +<p>So they played Robin Hood all the afternoon, now and then +casting a yearning eye down upon the haunted house and passing a +remark about the morrow's prospects and possibilities there. As +the sun began to sink into the west they took their way homeward +athwart the long shadows of the trees and soon were buried from +sight in the forests of Cardiff Hill.</p> + +<p>On Saturday, shortly after noon, the boys were at the dead +tree again. They had a smoke and a chat in the shade, and then +dug a little in their last hole, not with great hope, but merely +because Tom said there were so many cases where people had given +up a treasure after getting down within six inches of it, and +then somebody else had come along and turned it up with a single +thrust of a shovel. The thing failed this time, however, so the +boys shouldered their tools and went away feeling that they had +not trifled with fortune, but had fulfilled all the requirements +that belong to the business of treasure-hunting.</p> + +<p>When they reached the haunted house there was something so +weird and grisly about the dead silence that reigned there under +the baking sun, and something so depressing about the loneliness +and desolation of the place, that they were afraid, for a +moment, to venture in. Then they crept to the door and took a +trembling peep. They saw a weedgrown, floorless room, +unplastered, an ancient fireplace, vacant windows, a ruinous +staircase; and here, there, and everywhere hung ragged and +abandoned cobwebs. They presently entered, softly, with quickened +pulses, talking in whispers, ears alert to catch the slightest +sound, and muscles tense and ready for instant retreat.</p> + +<p>In a little while familiarity modified their fears and they +gave the place a critical and interested examination, rather +admiring their own boldness, and wondering at it, too. Next they +wanted to look upstairs. This was something like cutting off +retreat, but they got to daring each other, and of course there +could be but one result—they threw their tools into a +corner and made the ascent. Up there were the same signs of +decay. In one corner they found a closet that promised mystery, +but the promise was a fraud—there was nothing in it. Their +courage was up now and well in hand. They were about to go down +and begin work when—</p> + +<p>"Sh!" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" whispered Huck, blanching with fright.</p> + +<p>"Sh! ... There! ... Hear it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes! ... Oh, my! Let's run!"</p> + +<p>"Keep still! Don't you budge! They're coming right toward the +door."</p> + +<p>The boys stretched themselves upon the floor with their eyes +to knotholes in the planking, and lay waiting, in a misery of +fear.</p> + +<p>"They've stopped.... No—coming.... Here they are. Don't +whisper another word, Huck. My goodness, I wish I was out of +this!"</p> + +<p>Two men entered. Each boy said to himself: "There's the old +deaf and dumb Spaniard that's been about town once or twice +lately—never saw t'other man before."</p> + +<p>"T'other" was a ragged, unkempt creature, with nothing very +pleasant in his face. The Spaniard was wrapped in a serape; he +had bushy white whiskers; long white hair flowed from under his +sombrero, and he wore green goggles. When they came in, "t'other" +was talking in a low voice; they sat down on the ground, facing +the door, with their backs to the wall, and the speaker continued +his remarks. His manner became less guarded and his words more +distinct as he proceeded:</p> + +<p>"No," said he, "I've thought it all over, and I don't like it. +It's dangerous."</p> + +<p>"Dangerous!" grunted the "deaf and dumb" Spaniard—to +the vast surprise of the boys. "Milksop!"</p> + +<p>This voice made the boys gasp and quake. It was Injun Joe's! +There was silence for some time. Then Joe said:</p> + +<p>"What's any more dangerous than that job up yonder—but +nothing's come of it."</p> + +<p>"That's different. Away up the river so, and not another house +about. 'Twon't ever be known that we tried, anyway, long as we +didn't succeed."</p> + +<p>"Well, what's more dangerous than coming here in the +daytime!—anybody would suspicion us that saw us."</p> + +<p>"I know that. But there warn't any other place as handy after +that fool of a job. I want to quit this shanty. I wanted to +yesterday, only it warn't any use trying to stir out of here, +with those infernal boys playing over there on the hill right in +full view."</p> + +<p>"Those infernal boys" quaked again under the inspiration of +this remark, and thought how lucky it was that they had +remembered it was Friday and concluded to wait a day. They wished +in their hearts they had waited a year.</p> + +<p>The two men got out some food and made a luncheon. After a +long and thoughtful silence, Injun Joe said:</p> + +<p>"Look here, lad—you go back up the river where you +belong. Wait there till you hear from me. I'll take the chances +on dropping into this town just once more, for a look. We'll do +that 'dangerous' job after I've spied around a little and think +things look well for it. Then for Texas! We'll leg it +together!"</p> + +<p>This was satisfactory. Both men presently fell to yawning, and +Injun Joe said:</p> + +<p>"I'm dead for sleep! It's your turn to watch."</p> + +<p>He curled down in the weeds and soon began to snore. His +comrade stirred him once or twice and he became quiet. Presently +the watcher began to nod; his head drooped lower and lower, both +men began to snore now.</p> + +<p>The boys drew a long, grateful breath. Tom whispered:</p> + +<p>"Now's our chance—come!"</p> + +<p>Huck said:</p> + +<p>"I can't—I'd die if they was to wake."</p> + +<p>Tom urged—Huck held back. At last Tom rose slowly and +softly, and started alone. But the first step he made wrung such +a hideous creak from the crazy floor that he sank down almost +dead with fright. He never made a second attempt. The boys lay +there counting the dragging moments till it seemed to them that +time must be done and eternity growing gray; and then they were +grateful to note that at last the sun was setting.</p> + +<p>Now one snore ceased. Injun Joe sat up, stared +around—smiled grimly upon his comrade, whose head was +drooping upon his knees—stirred him up with his foot and +said:</p> + +<p>"Here! YOU'RE a watchman, ain't you! All right, +though—nothing's happened."</p> + +<p>"My! have I been asleep?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, partly, partly. Nearly time for us to be moving, pard. +What'll we do with what little swag we've got left?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know—leave it here as we've always done, I +reckon. No use to take it away till we start south. Six hundred +and fifty in silver's something to carry."</p> + +<p>"Well—all right—it won't matter to come here once +more."</p> + +<p>"No—but I'd say come in the night as we used to +do—it's better."</p> + +<p>"Yes: but look here; it may be a good while before I get the +right chance at that job; accidents might happen; 'tain't in +such a very good place; we'll just regularly bury it—and +bury it deep."</p> + +<p>"Good idea," said the comrade, who walked across the room, +knelt down, raised one of the rearward hearth-stones and took out +a bag that jingled pleasantly. He subtracted from it twenty or +thirty dollars for himself and as much for Injun Joe, and passed +the bag to the latter, who was on his knees in the corner, now, +digging with his bowie-knife.</p> + +<p>The boys forgot all their fears, all their miseries in an +instant. With gloating eyes they watched every movement. +Luck!—the splendor of it was beyond all imagination! Six +hundred dollars was money enough to make half a dozen boys rich! +Here was treasure-hunting under the happiest auspices—there +would not be any bothersome uncertainty as to where to dig. They +nudged each other every moment—eloquent nudges and easily +understood, for they simply meant—"Oh, but ain't you glad +NOW we're here!"</p> + +<p>Joe's knife struck upon something.</p> + +<p>"Hello!" said he.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" said his comrade.</p> + +<p>"Half-rotten plank—no, it's a box, I believe. +Here—bear a hand and we'll see what it's here for. Never +mind, I've broke a hole."</p> + +<p>He reached his hand in and drew it out—</p> + +<p>"Man, it's money!"</p> + +<p>The two men examined the handful of coins. They were gold. The +boys above were as excited as themselves, and as delighted.</p> + +<p>Joe's comrade said:</p> + +<p>"We'll make quick work of this. There's an old rusty pick over +amongst the weeds in the corner the other side of the +fireplace—I saw it a minute ago."</p> + +<p>He ran and brought the boys' pick and shovel. Injun Joe took +the pick, looked it over critically, shook his head, muttered +something to himself, and then began to use it. The box was soon +unearthed. It was not very large; it was iron bound and had been +very strong before the slow years had injured it. The men +contemplated the treasure awhile in blissful silence.</p> + +<p>"Pard, there's thousands of dollars here," said Injun Joe.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="26-205"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-205.jpg (106K)" src="images/26-205.jpg" height="516" width="690"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"'Twas always said that Murrel's gang used to be around here +one summer," the stranger observed.</p> + +<p>"I know it," said Injun Joe; "and this looks like it, I should +say."</p> + +<p>"Now you won't need to do that job."</p> + +<p>The halfbreed frowned. Said he:</p> + +<p>"You don't know me. Least you don't know all about that thing. +'Tain't robbery altogether—it's REVENGE!" and a wicked +light flamed in his eyes. "I'll need your help in it. When it's +finished—then Texas. Go home to your Nance and your kids, +and stand by till you hear from me."</p> + +<p>"Well—if you say so; what'll we do with this—bury +it again?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. [Ravishing delight overhead.] NO! by the great Sachem, +no! [Profound distress overhead.] I'd nearly forgot. That pick +had fresh earth on it! [The boys were sick with terror in a +moment.] What business has a pick and a shovel here? What +business with fresh earth on them? Who brought them +here—and where are they gone? Have you heard +anybody?—seen anybody? What! bury it again and leave them +to come and see the ground disturbed? Not exactly—not +exactly. We'll take it to my den."</p> + +<p>"Why, of course! Might have thought of that before. You mean +Number One?"</p> + +<p>"No—Number Two—under the cross. The other place is +bad—too common."</p> + +<p>"All right. It's nearly dark enough to start."</p> + +<p>Injun Joe got up and went about from window to window +cautiously peeping out. Presently he said:</p> + +<p>"Who could have brought those tools here? Do you reckon they +can be upstairs?"</p> + +<p>The boys' breath forsook them. Injun Joe put his hand on his +knife, halted a moment, undecided, and then turned toward the +stairway. The boys thought of the closet, but their strength was +gone. The steps came creaking up the stairs—the intolerable +distress of the situation woke the stricken resolution of the +lads—they were about to spring for the closet, when there +was a crash of rotten timbers and Injun Joe landed on the ground +amid the debris of the ruined stairway. He gathered himself up +cursing, and his comrade said:</p> + +<p>"Now what's the use of all that? If it's anybody, and they're +up there, let them STAY there—who cares? If they want to +jump down, now, and get into trouble, who objects? It will be +dark in fifteen minutes—and then let them follow us if they +want to. I'm willing. In my opinion, whoever hove those things in +here caught a sight of us and took us for ghosts or devils or +something. I'll bet they're running yet."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="26-207"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-207.jpg (56K)" src="images/26-207.jpg" height="492" width="365"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Joe grumbled awhile; then he agreed with his friend that what +daylight was left ought to be economized in getting things ready +for leaving. Shortly afterward they slipped out of the house in +the deepening twilight, and moved toward the river with their +precious box.</p> + +<p>Tom and Huck rose up, weak but vastly relieved, and stared +after them through the chinks between the logs of the house. +Follow? Not they. They were content to reach ground again without +broken necks, and take the townward track over the hill. They did +not talk much. They were too much absorbed in hating +themselves—hating the ill luck that made them take the +spade and the pick there. But for that, Injun Joe never would +have suspected. He would have hidden the silver with the gold to +wait there till his "revenge" was satisfied, and then he would +have had the misfortune to find that money turn up missing. +Bitter, bitter luck that the tools were ever brought there!</p> + +<p>They resolved to keep a lookout for that Spaniard when he +should come to town spying out for chances to do his revengeful +job, and follow him to "Number Two," wherever that might be. Then +a ghastly thought occurred to Tom.</p> + +<p>"Revenge? What if he means US, Huck!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't!" said Huck, nearly fainting.</p> + +<p>They talked it all over, and as they entered town they agreed +to believe that he might possibly mean somebody else—at +least that he might at least mean nobody but Tom, since only Tom +had testified.</p> + +<p>Very, very small comfort it was to Tom to be alone in danger! +Company would be a palpable improvement, he thought.</p> + + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c27"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-208"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-208.jpg (168K)" src="images/27-208.jpg" height="892" width="798"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THE adventure of the day mightily tormented Tom's dreams that +night. Four times he had his hands on that rich treasure and four +times it wasted to nothingness in his fingers as sleep forsook +him and wakefulness brought back the hard reality of his +misfortune. As he lay in the early morning recalling the +incidents of his great adventure, he noticed that they seemed +curiously subdued and far away—somewhat as if they had +happened in another world, or in a time long gone by. Then it +occurred to him that the great adventure itself must be a dream! +There was one very strong argument in favor of this +idea—namely, that the quantity of coin he had seen was too +vast to be real. He had never seen as much as fifty dollars in +one mass before, and he was like all boys of his age and station +in life, in that he imagined that all references to "hundreds" +and "thousands" were mere fanciful forms of speech, and that no +such sums really existed in the world. He never had supposed for +a moment that so large a sum as a hundred dollars was to be +found in actual money in any one's possession. If his notions of +hidden treasure had been analyzed, they would have been found to +consist of a handful of real dimes and a bushel of vague, +splendid, ungraspable dollars.</p> + +<p>But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly sharper and +clearer under the attrition of thinking them over, and so he +presently found himself leaning to the impression that the thing +might not have been a dream, after all. This uncertainty must be +swept away. He would snatch a hurried breakfast and go and find +Huck. Huck was sitting on the gunwale of a flatboat, listlessly +dangling his feet in the water and looking very melancholy. Tom +concluded to let Huck lead up to the subject. If he did not do +it, then the adventure would be proved to have been only a +dream.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Huck!"</p> + +<p>"Hello, yourself."</p> + +<p>Silence, for a minute.</p> + +<p>"Tom, if we'd 'a' left the blame tools at the dead tree, we'd +'a' got the money. Oh, ain't it awful!"</p> + +<p>"'Tain't a dream, then, 'tain't a dream! Somehow I most wish +it was. Dog'd if I don't, Huck."</p> + +<p>"What ain't a dream?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that thing yesterday. I been half thinking it was."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-209"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-209.jpg (50K)" src="images/27-209.jpg" height="489" width="365"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Dream! If them stairs hadn't broke down you'd 'a' seen how +much dream it was! I've had dreams enough all night—with +that patch-eyed Spanish devil going for me all through +'em—rot him!"</p> + +<p>"No, not rot him. FIND him! Track the money!"</p> + +<p>"Tom, we'll never find him. A feller don't have only one +chance for such a pile—and that one's lost. I'd feel mighty +shaky if I was to see him, anyway."</p> + +<p>"Well, so'd I; but I'd like to see him, anyway—and track +him out—to his Number Two."</p> + +<p>"Number Two—yes, that's it. I been thinking 'bout that. +But I can't make nothing out of it. What do you reckon it +is?"</p> + +<p>"I dono. It's too deep. Say, Huck—maybe it's the number +of a house!"</p> + +<p>"Goody! ... No, Tom, that ain't it. If it is, it ain't in this +one-horse town. They ain't no numbers here."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's so. Lemme think a minute. Here—it's the +number of a room—in a tavern, you know!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's the trick! They ain't only two taverns. We can +find out quick."</p> + +<p>"You stay here, Huck, till I come."</p> + +<p>Tom was off at once. He did not care to have Huck's company in +public places. He was gone half an hour. He found that in the +best tavern, No. 2 had long been occupied by a young lawyer, and +was still so occupied. In the less ostentatious house, No. 2 was +a mystery. The tavern-keeper's young son said it was kept locked +all the time, and he never saw anybody go into it or come out +of it except at night; he did not know any particular reason for +this state of things; had had some little curiosity, but it was +rather feeble; had made the most of the mystery by entertaining +himself with the idea that that room was "ha'nted"; had noticed +that there was a light in there the night before.</p> + +<p>"That's what I've found out, Huck. I reckon that's the very +No. 2 we're after."</p> + +<p>"I reckon it is, Tom. Now what you going to do?"</p> + +<p>"Lemme think."</p> + +<p>Tom thought a long time. Then he said:</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you. The back door of that No. 2 is the door that +comes out into that little close alley between the tavern and the +old rattle trap of a brick store. Now you get hold of all the +doorkeys you can find, and I'll nip all of auntie's, and the +first dark night we'll go there and try 'em. And mind you, keep a +lookout for Injun Joe, because he said he was going to drop into +town and spy around once more for a chance to get his revenge. If +you see him, you just follow him; and if he don't go to that No. +2, that ain't the place."</p> + +<p>"Lordy, I don't want to foller him by myself!"</p> + +<p>"Why, it'll be night, sure. He mightn't ever see you—and +if he did, maybe he'd never think anything."</p> + +<p>"Well, if it's pretty dark I reckon I'll track him. I +dono—I dono. I'll try."</p> + +<p>"You bet I'll follow him, if it's dark, Huck. Why, he might +'a' found out he couldn't get his revenge, and be going right +after that money."</p> + +<p>"It's so, Tom, it's so. I'll foller him; I will, by +jingoes!"</p> + +<p>"Now you're TALKING! Don't you ever weaken, Huck, and I +won't."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-211"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-211.jpg (46K)" src="images/27-211.jpg" height="301" width="755"> +</center> +<br><br> + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 6. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 7198-h.htm or 7198-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7198/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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