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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 7. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 30, 2004 [EBook #7199] + +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 7.</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="#c28">CHAPTER XXVIII.</a><br> +An Attempt at No. Two—Huck Mounts Guard</p> +<p><a href="#c29">CHAPTER XXIX.</a><br> +The Pic-nic—Huck on Injun Joe's Track +<br>—The "Revenge" Job—Aid for the Widow</p> +<p><a href="#c30">CHAPTER XXX.</a><br> +The Welchman Reports—Huck Under Fire—The Story Circulated +<br>—A New Sensation—Hope Giving Way to Despair</p> +<p><a href="#c31">CHAPTER XXXI.</a><br> +An Exploring Expedition—Trouble Commences +<br>—Lost in the Cave—Total Darkness—Found but not Saved</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#28-212">Uncle Jake</a><br> +<a href="#28-213">Buck at Home</a><br> +<a href="#28-214">The Haunted Room</a><br> +<a href="#28-216">"Run for Your Life"</a><br> +<a href="#29-217">McDougal's Cave</a><br> +<a href="#29-220">Inside the Cave</a><br> +<a href="#29-221">Huck on Duty</a><br> +<a href="#29-224">A Rousing Act</a><br> +<a href="#29-225">Tail Piece</a><br> +<a href="#30-226">The Welchman</a><br> +<a href="#30-227">Result of a Sneeze</a><br> +<a href="#30-229">Cornered</a><br> +<a href="#30-232">Alarming Discoveries</a><br> +<a href="#30-233">Tom and Becky stir up the Town</a><br> +<a href="#30-234">Tom's Marks</a><br> +<a href="#30-235">Huck Questions the Widow</a><br> +<a href="#31-236">Vampires</a><br> +<a href="#31-237">Wonders of the Cave</a><br> +<a href="#31-238">Attacked by Natives</a><br> +<a href="#31-240">Despair</a><br> +<a href="#31-242">The Wedding Cake</a><br> +<a href="#31-245">A New Terror</a><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c28"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-212"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-212.jpg (189K)" src="images/28-212.jpg" height="925" width="804"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THAT night Tom and Huck were ready for their adventure. They +hung about the neighborhood of the tavern until after nine, one +watching the alley at a distance and the other the tavern door. +Nobody entered the alley or left it; nobody resembling the +Spaniard entered or left the tavern door. The night promised to +be a fair one; so Tom went home with the understanding that if a +considerable degree of darkness came on, Huck was to come and +"maow," whereupon he would slip out and try the keys. But the +night remained clear, and Huck closed his watch and retired to +bed in an empty sugar hogshead about twelve.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-213"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-213.jpg (50K)" src="images/28-213.jpg" height="516" width="372"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Tuesday the boys had the same ill luck. Also Wednesday. But +Thursday night promised better. Tom slipped out in good season +with his aunt's old tin lantern, and a large towel to blindfold +it with. He hid the lantern in Huck's sugar hogshead and the +watch began. An hour before midnight the tavern closed up and its +lights (the only ones thereabouts) were put out. No Spaniard had +been seen. Nobody had entered or left the alley. Everything was +auspicious. The blackness of darkness reigned, the perfect +stillness was interrupted only by occasional mutterings of +distant thunder.</p> + +<p>Tom got his lantern, lit it in the hogshead, wrapped it +closely in the towel, and the two adventurers crept in the gloom +toward the tavern. Huck stood sentry and Tom felt his way into +the alley. Then there was a season of waiting anxiety that +weighed upon Huck's spirits like a mountain. He began to wish he +could see a flash from the lantern—it would frighten him, +but it would at least tell him that Tom was alive yet. It seemed +hours since Tom had disappeared. Surely he must have fainted; +maybe he was dead; maybe his heart had burst under terror and +excitement. In his uneasiness Huck found himself drawing closer +and closer to the alley; fearing all sorts of dreadful things, +and momentarily expecting some catastrophe to happen that would +take away his breath. There was not much to take away, for he +seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls, and his heart would +soon wear itself out, the way it was beating. Suddenly there was +a flash of light and Tom came tearing by him: "Run!" said he; +"run, for your life!"</p> + +<p>He needn't have repeated it; once was enough; Huck was making +thirty or forty miles an hour before the repetition was uttered. +The boys never stopped till they reached the shed of a deserted +slaughter-house at the lower end of the village. Just as they got +within its shelter the storm burst and the rain poured down. As +soon as Tom got his breath he said:</p> + +<p>"Huck, it was awful! I tried two of the keys, just as soft as +I could; but they seemed to make such a power of racket that I +couldn't hardly get my breath I was so scared. They wouldn't turn +in the lock, either. Well, without noticing what I was doing, I +took hold of the knob, and open comes the door! It warn't locked! +I hopped in, and shook off the towel, and, GREAT CAESAR'S +GHOST!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-214"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-214.jpg (95K)" src="images/28-214.jpg" height="520" width="676"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"What!—what'd you see, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Huck, I most stepped onto Injun Joe's hand!"</p> + +<p>"No!"</p> + +<p>"Yes! He was lying there, sound asleep on the floor, with his +old patch on his eye and his arms spread out."</p> + +<p>"Lordy, what did you do? Did he wake up?"</p> + +<p>"No, never budged. Drunk, I reckon. I just grabbed that towel +and started!"</p> + +<p>"I'd never 'a' thought of the towel, I bet!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I would. My aunt would make me mighty sick if I lost +it."</p> + +<p>"Say, Tom, did you see that box?"</p> + +<p>"Huck, I didn't wait to look around. I didn't see the box, I +didn't see the cross. I didn't see anything but a bottle and a +tin cup on the floor by Injun Joe; yes, I saw two barrels and +lots more bottles in the room. Don't you see, now, what's the +matter with that ha'nted room?"</p> + +<p>"How?"</p> + +<p>"Why, it's ha'nted with whiskey! Maybe ALL the Temperance +Taverns have got a ha'nted room, hey, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckon maybe that's so. Who'd 'a' thought such a +thing? But say, Tom, now's a mighty good time to get that box, if +Injun Joe's drunk."</p> + +<p>"It is, that! You try it!"</p> + +<p>Huck shuddered.</p> + +<p>"Well, no—I reckon not."</p> + +<p>"And I reckon not, Huck. Only one bottle alongside of Injun +Joe ain't enough. If there'd been three, he'd be drunk enough and +I'd do it."</p> + +<p>There was a long pause for reflection, and then Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Lookyhere, Huck, less not try that thing any more till we +know Injun Joe's not in there. It's too scary. Now, if we watch +every night, we'll be dead sure to see him go out, some time or +other, and then we'll snatch that box quicker'n lightning."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm agreed. I'll watch the whole night long, and I'll +do it every night, too, if you'll do the other part of the +job."</p> + +<p>"All right, I will. All you got to do is to trot up Hooper +Street a block and maow—and if I'm asleep, you throw some +gravel at the window and that'll fetch me."</p> + +<p>"Agreed, and good as wheat!"</p> + +<p>"Now, Huck, the storm's over, and I'll go home. It'll begin to +be daylight in a couple of hours. You go back and watch that +long, will you?"</p> + +<p>"I said I would, Tom, and I will. I'll ha'nt that tavern every +night for a year! I'll sleep all day and I'll stand watch all +night."</p> + +<p>"That's all right. Now, where you going to sleep?"</p> + +<p>"In Ben Rogers' hayloft. He lets me, and so does his pap's +nigger man, Uncle Jake. I tote water for Uncle Jake whenever he +wants me to, and any time I ask him he gives me a little +something to eat if he can spare it. That's a mighty good nigger, +Tom. He likes me, becuz I don't ever act as if I was above him. +Sometime I've set right down and eat WITH him. But you needn't +tell that. A body's got to do things when he's awful hungry he +wouldn't want to do as a steady thing."</p> + +<p>"Well, if I don't want you in the daytime, I'll let you sleep. +I won't come bothering around. Any time you see something's up, +in the night, just skip right around and maow."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-216"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-216.jpg (49K)" src="images/28-216.jpg" height="317" width="759"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c29"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-217"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-217.jpg (198K)" src="images/29-217.jpg" height="919" width="809"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece +of news—Judge Thatcher's family had come back to town the +night before. Both Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into +secondary importance for a moment, and Becky took the chief +place in the boy's interest. He saw her and they had an +exhausting good time playing "hispy" and "gully-keeper" with a +crowd of their schoolmates. The day was completed and crowned in +a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to +appoint the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed +picnic, and she consented. The child's delight was boundless; and +Tom's not more moderate. The invitations were sent out before +sunset, and straightway the young folks of the village were +thrown into a fever of preparation and pleasurable anticipation. +Tom's excitement enabled him to keep awake until a pretty late +hour, and he had good hopes of hearing Huck's "maow," and of +having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers with, +next day; but he was disappointed. No signal came that +night.</p> + +<p>Morning came, eventually, and by ten or eleven o'clock a giddy +and rollicking company were gathered at Judge Thatcher's, and +everything was ready for a start. It was not the custom for +elderly people to mar the picnics with their presence. The +children were considered safe enough under the wings of a few +young ladies of eighteen and a few young gentlemen of +twenty-three or thereabouts. The old steam ferry-boat was +chartered for the occasion; presently the gay throng filed up the +main street laden with provision-baskets. Sid was sick and had to +miss the fun; Mary remained at home to entertain him. The last +thing Mrs. Thatcher said to Becky, was:</p> + +<p>"You'll not get back till late. Perhaps you'd better stay all +night with some of the girls that live near the ferry-landing, +child."</p> + +<p>"Then I'll stay with Susy Harper, mamma."</p> + +<p>"Very well. And mind and behave yourself and don't be any +trouble."</p> + +<p>Presently, as they tripped along, Tom said to Becky:</p> + +<p>"Say—I'll tell you what we'll do. 'Stead of going to Joe +Harper's we'll climb right up the hill and stop at the Widow +Douglas'. She'll have ice-cream! She has it most every +day—dead loads of it. And she'll be awful glad to have +us."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that will be fun!"</p> + +<p>Then Becky reflected a moment and said:</p> + +<p>"But what will mamma say?"</p> + +<p>"How'll she ever know?"</p> + +<p>The girl turned the idea over in her mind, and said +reluctantly:</p> + +<p>"I reckon it's wrong—but—"</p> + +<p>"But shucks! Your mother won't know, and so what's the harm? +All she wants is that you'll be safe; and I bet you she'd 'a' +said go there if she'd 'a' thought of it. I know she would!"</p> + +<p>The Widow Douglas' splendid hospitality was a tempting bait. +It and Tom's persuasions presently carried the day. So it was +decided to say nothing anybody about the night's programme. +Presently it occurred to Tom that maybe Huck might come this very +night and give the signal. The thought took a deal of the spirit +out of his anticipations. Still he could not bear to give up the +fun at Widow Douglas'. And why should he give it up, he +reasoned—the signal did not come the night before, so why +should it be any more likely to come tonight? The sure fun of +the evening outweighed the uncertain treasure; and, boy-like, he +determined to yield to the stronger inclination and not allow +himself to think of the box of money another time that day.</p> + +<p>Three miles below town the ferryboat stopped at the mouth of a +woody hollow and tied up. The crowd swarmed ashore and soon the +forest distances and craggy heights echoed far and near with +shoutings and laughter. All the different ways of getting hot and +tired were gone through with, and by-and-by the rovers straggled +back to camp fortified with responsible appetites, and then the +destruction of the good things began. After the feast there was a +refreshing season of rest and chat in the shade of spreading +oaks. By-and-by somebody shouted:</p> + +<p>"Who's ready for the cave?"</p> + +<p>Everybody was. Bundles of candles were procured, and +straightway there was a general scamper up the hill. The mouth of +the cave was up the hillside—an opening shaped like a +letter A. Its massive oaken door stood unbarred. Within was a +small chamber, chilly as an icehouse, and walled by Nature with +solid limestone that was dewy with a cold sweat. It was romantic +and mysterious to stand here in the deep gloom and look out upon +the green valley shining in the sun. But the impressiveness of +the situation quickly wore off, and the romping began again. The +moment a candle was lighted there was a general rush upon the +owner of it; a struggle and a gallant defence followed, but the +candle was soon knocked down or blown out, and then there was a +glad clamor of laughter and a new chase. But all things have an +end. By-and-by the procession went filing down the steep descent +of the main avenue, the flickering rank of lights dimly revealing +the lofty walls of rock almost to their point of junction sixty +feet overhead. This main avenue was not more than eight or ten +feet wide. Every few steps other lofty and still narrower +crevices branched from it on either hand—for McDougal's +cave was but a vast labyrinth of crooked aisles that ran into +each other and out again and led nowhere. It was said that one +might wander days and nights together through its intricate +tangle of rifts and chasms, and never find the end of the cave; +and that he might go down, and down, and still down, into the +earth, and it was just the same—labyrinth under labyrinth, +and no end to any of them. No man "knew" the cave. That was an +impossible thing. Most of the young men knew a portion of it, and +it was not customary to venture much beyond this known portion. +Tom Sawyer knew as much of the cave as any one.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-220"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-220.jpg (101K)" src="images/29-220.jpg" height="948" width="361"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The procession moved along the main avenue some three-quarters +of a mile, and then groups and couples began to slip aside into +branch avenues, fly along the dismal corridors, and take each +other by surprise at points where the corridors joined again. +Parties were able to elude each other for the space of half an +hour without going beyond the "known" ground.</p> + +<p>By-and-by, one group after another came straggling back to the +mouth of the cave, panting, hilarious, smeared from head to foot +with tallow drippings, daubed with clay, and entirely delighted +with the success of the day. Then they were astonished to find +that they had been taking no note of time and that night was +about at hand. The clanging bell had been calling for half an +hour. However, this sort of close to the day's adventures was +romantic and therefore satisfactory. When the ferryboat with her +wild freight pushed into the stream, nobody cared sixpence for +the wasted time but the captain of the craft.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-221"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-221.jpg (52K)" src="images/29-221.jpg" height="497" width="352"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Huck was already upon his watch when the ferryboat's lights +went glinting past the wharf. He heard no noise on board, for the +young people were as subdued and still as people usually are who +are nearly tired to death. He wondered what boat it was, and why +she did not stop at the wharf—and then he dropped her out +of his mind and put his attention upon his business. The night +was growing cloudy and dark. Ten o'clock came, and the noise of +vehicles ceased, scattered lights began to wink out, all +straggling foot-passengers disappeared, the village betook itself +to its slumbers and left the small watcher alone with the silence +and the ghosts. Eleven o'clock came, and the tavern lights were +put out; darkness everywhere, now. Huck waited what seemed a +weary long time, but nothing happened. His faith was weakening. +Was there any use? Was there really any use? Why not give it up +and turn in?</p> + +<p>A noise fell upon his ear. He was all attention in an instant. +The alley door closed softly. He sprang to the corner of the +brick store. The next moment two men brushed by him, and one +seemed to have something under his arm. It must be that box! So +they were going to remove the treasure. Why call Tom now? It +would be absurd—the men would get away with the box and +never be found again. No, he would stick to their wake and follow +them; he would trust to the darkness for security from discovery. +So communing with himself, Huck stepped out and glided along +behind the men, cat-like, with bare feet, allowing them to keep +just far enough ahead not to be invisible.</p> + +<p>They moved up the river street three blocks, then turned to +the left up a crossstreet. They went straight ahead, then, until +they came to the path that led up Cardiff Hill; this they took. +They passed by the old Welshman's house, halfway up the hill, +without hesitating, and still climbed upward. Good, thought +Huck, they will bury it in the old quarry. But they never stopped +at the quarry. They passed on, up the summit. They plunged into +the narrow path between the tall sumach bushes, and were at once +hidden in the gloom. Huck closed up and shortened his distance, +now, for they would never be able to see him. He trotted along +awhile; then slackened his pace, fearing he was gaining too fast; +moved on a piece, then stopped altogether; listened; no sound; +none, save that he seemed to hear the beating of his own heart. +The hooting of an owl came over the hill—ominous sound! But +no footsteps. Heavens, was everything lost! He was about to +spring with winged feet, when a man cleared his throat not four +feet from him! Huck's heart shot into his throat, but he +swallowed it again; and then he stood there shaking as if a dozen +agues had taken charge of him at once, and so weak that he +thought he must surely fall to the ground. He knew where he was. +He knew he was within five steps of the stile leading into Widow +Douglas' grounds. Very well, he thought, let them bury it there; +it won't be hard to find.</p> + +<p>Now there was a voice—a very low voice—Injun +Joe's:</p> + +<p>"Damn her, maybe she's got company—there's lights, late +as it is."</p> + +<p>"I can't see any."</p> + +<p>This was that stranger's voice—the stranger of the +haunted house. A deadly chill went to Huck's heart—this, +then, was the "revenge" job! His thought was, to fly. Then he +remembered that the Widow Douglas had been kind to him more than +once, and maybe these men were going to murder her. He wished he +dared venture to warn her; but he knew he didn't dare—they +might come and catch him. He thought all this and more in the +moment that elapsed between the stranger's remark and Injun Joe's +next—which was—</p> + +<p>"Because the bush is in your way. Now—this way—now +you see, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Well, there IS company there, I reckon. Better give it +up."</p> + +<p>"Give it up, and I just leaving this country forever! Give it +up and maybe never have another chance. I tell you again, as I've +told you before, I don't care for her swag—you may have it. +But her husband was rough on me—many times he was rough on +me—and mainly he was the justice of the peace that jugged +me for a vagrant. And that ain't all. It ain't a millionth part +of it! He had me HORSEWHIPPED!—horsewhipped in front of +the jail, like a nigger!—with all the town looking on! +HORSEWHIPPED!—do you understand? He took advantage of me +and died. But I'll take it out of HER."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't kill her! Don't do that!"</p> + +<p>"Kill? Who said anything about killing? I would kill HIM if he +was here; but not her. When you want to get revenge on a woman +you don't kill her—bosh! you go for her looks. You slit +her nostrils—you notch her ears like a sow!"</p> + +<p>"By God, that's—"</p> + +<p>"Keep your opinion to yourself! It will be safest for you. +I'll tie her to the bed. If she bleeds to death, is that my +fault? I'll not cry, if she does. My friend, you'll help me in +this thing—for MY sake—that's why you're +here—I mightn't be able alone. If you flinch, I'll kill +you. Do you understand that? And if I have to kill you, I'll kill +her—and then I reckon nobody'll ever know much about who +done this business."</p> + +<p>"Well, if it's got to be done, let's get at it. The quicker +the better—I'm all in a shiver."</p> + +<p>"Do it NOW? And company there? Look here—I'll get +suspicious of you, first thing you know. No—we'll wait till +the lights are out—there's no hurry."</p> + +<p>Huck felt that a silence was going to ensue—a thing +still more awful than any amount of murderous talk; so he held +his breath and stepped gingerly back; planted his foot carefully +and firmly, after balancing, one-legged, in a precarious way and +almost toppling over, first on one side and then on the other. He +took another step back, with the same elaboration and the same +risks; then another and another, and—a twig snapped under +his foot! His breath stopped and he listened. There was no +sound—the stillness was perfect. His gratitude was +measureless. Now he turned in his tracks, between the walls of +sumach bushes—turned himself as carefully as if he were a +ship—and then stepped quickly but cautiously along. When he +emerged at the quarry he felt secure, and so he picked up his +nimble heels and flew. Down, down he sped, till he reached the +Welshman's. He banged at the door, and presently the heads of the +old man and his two stalwart sons were thrust from windows.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-224"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-224.jpg (103K)" src="images/29-224.jpg" height="520" width="698"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"What's the row there? Who's banging? What do you want?"</p> + +<p>"Let me in—quick! I'll tell everything."</p> + +<p>"Why, who are you?"</p> + +<p>"Huckleberry Finn—quick, let me in!"</p> + +<p>"Huckleberry Finn, indeed! It ain't a name to open many doors, +I judge! But let him in, lads, and let's see what's the +trouble."</p> + +<p>"Please don't ever tell I told you," were Huck's first words +when he got in. "Please don't—I'd be killed, sure—but +the widow's been good friends to me sometimes, and I want to +tell—I WILL tell if you'll promise you won't ever say it +was me."</p> + +<p>"By George, he HAS got something to tell, or he wouldn't act +so!" exclaimed the old man; "out with it and nobody here'll ever +tell, lad."</p> + +<p>Three minutes later the old man and his sons, well armed, were +up the hill, and just entering the sumach path on tiptoe, their +weapons in their hands. Huck accompanied them no further. He hid +behind a great bowlder and fell to listening. There was a +lagging, anxious silence, and then all of a sudden there was an +explosion of firearms and a cry.</p> + +<p>Huck waited for no particulars. He sprang away and sped down +the hill as fast as his legs could carry him.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-225"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-225.jpg (23K)" src="images/29-225.jpg" height="368" width="512"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c30"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-226"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-226.jpg (183K)" src="images/30-226.jpg" height="917" width="794"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>AS the earliest suspicion of dawn appeared on Sunday morning, +Huck came groping up the hill and rapped gently at the old +Welshman's door. The inmates were asleep, but it was a sleep that +was set on a hair-trigger, on account of the exciting episode of +the night. A call came from a window:</p> + +<p>"Who's there!"</p> + +<p>Huck's scared voice answered in a low tone:</p> + +<p>"Please let me in! It's only Huck Finn!"</p> + +<p>"It's a name that can open this door night or day, +lad!—and welcome!"</p> + +<p>These were strange words to the vagabond boy's ears, and the +pleasantest he had ever heard. He could not recollect that the +closing word had ever been applied in his case before. The door +was quickly unlocked, and he entered. Huck was given a seat and +the old man and his brace of tall sons speedily dressed +themselves.</p> + +<p>"Now, my boy, I hope you're good and hungry, because breakfast +will be ready as soon as the sun's up, and we'll have a piping +hot one, too—make yourself easy about that! I and the +boys hoped you'd turn up and stop here last night."</p> + +<p>"I was awful scared," said Huck, "and I run. I took out when +the pistols went off, and I didn't stop for three mile. I've come +now becuz I wanted to know about it, you know; and I come before +daylight becuz I didn't want to run across them devils, even if +they was dead."</p> + +<p>"Well, poor chap, you do look as if you'd had a hard night of +it—but there's a bed here for you when you've had your +breakfast. No, they ain't dead, lad—we are sorry enough for +that. You see we knew right where to put our hands on them, by +your description; so we crept along on tiptoe till we got within +fifteen feet of them—dark as a cellar that sumach path +was—and just then I found I was going to sneeze. It was the +meanest kind of luck! I tried to keep it back, but no +use—'twas bound to come, and it did come! I was in the lead with my +pistol raised, and when the sneeze started those scoundrels +a-rustling to get out of the path, I sung out, 'Fire boys!' and +blazed away at the place where the rustling was. So did the boys. +But they were off in a jiffy, those villains, and we after them, +down through the woods. I judge we never touched them. They fired +a shot apiece as they started, but their bullets whizzed by and +didn't do us any harm. As soon as we lost the sound of their feet +we quit chasing, and went down and stirred up the constables. +They got a posse together, and went off to guard the river bank, +and as soon as it is light the sheriff and a gang are going to +beat up the woods. My boys will be with them presently. I wish we +had some sort of description of those rascals—'twould help +a good deal. But you couldn't see what they were like, in the +dark, lad, I suppose?"</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="30-227"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-227.jpg (48K)" src="images/30-227.jpg" height="488" width="356"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Oh yes; I saw them downtown and follered them."</p> + +<p>"Splendid! Describe them—describe them, my boy!"</p> + +<p>"One's the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that's ben around here +once or twice, and t'other's a mean-looking, ragged—"</p> + +<p>"That's enough, lad, we know the men! Happened on them in the +woods back of the widow's one day, and they slunk away. Off with +you, boys, and tell the sheriff—get your breakfast +tomorrow morning!"</p> + +<p>The Welshman's sons departed at once. As they were leaving the +room Huck sprang up and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Oh, please don't tell ANYbody it was me that blowed on them! +Oh, please!"</p> + +<p>"All right if you say it, Huck, but you ought to have the +credit of what you did."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, no! Please don't tell!"</p> + +<p>When the young men were gone, the old Welshman said:</p> + +<p>"They won't tell—and I won't. But why don't you want it +known?"</p> + +<p>Huck would not explain, further than to say that he already +knew too much about one of those men and would not have the man +know that he knew anything against him for the whole +world—he would be killed for knowing it, sure.</p> + +<p>The old man promised secrecy once more, and said:</p> + +<p>"How did you come to follow these fellows, lad? Were they +looking suspicious?"</p> + +<p>Huck was silent while he framed a duly cautious reply. Then he +said:</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, I'm a kind of a hard lot,—least +everybody says so, and I don't see nothing agin it—and +sometimes I can't sleep much, on account of thinking about it +and sort of trying to strike out a new way of doing. That was the +way of it last night. I couldn't sleep, and so I come along +upstreet 'bout midnight, a-turning it all over, and when I got +to that old shackly brick store by the Temperance Tavern, I +backed up agin the wall to have another think. Well, just then +along comes these two chaps slipping along close by me, with +something under their arm, and I reckoned they'd stole it. One +was a-smoking, and t'other one wanted a light; so they stopped +right before me and the cigars lit up their faces and I see that +the big one was the deaf and dumb Spaniard, by his white whiskers +and the patch on his eye, and t'other one was a rusty, +ragged-looking devil."</p> + +<p>"Could you see the rags by the light of the cigars?"</p> + +<p>This staggered Huck for a moment. Then he said:</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="30-229"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-229.jpg (55K)" src="images/30-229.jpg" height="508" width="344"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Well, I don't know—but somehow it seems as if I +did."</p> + +<p>"Then they went on, and you—"</p> + +<p>"Follered 'em—yes. That was it. I wanted to see what was +up—they sneaked along so. I dogged 'em to the widder's +stile, and stood in the dark and heard the ragged one beg for the +widder, and the Spaniard swear he'd spile her looks just as I +told you and your two—"</p> + +<p>"What! The DEAF AND DUMB man said all that!"</p> + +<p>Huck had made another terrible mistake! He was trying his best +to keep the old man from getting the faintest hint of who the +Spaniard might be, and yet his tongue seemed determined to get +him into trouble in spite of all he could do. He made several +efforts to creep out of his scrape, but the old man's eye was +upon him and he made blunder after blunder. Presently the +Welshman said:</p> + +<p>"My boy, don't be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt a hair of your +head for all the world. No—I'd protect you—I'd +protect you. This Spaniard is not deaf and dumb; you've let that +slip without intending it; you can't cover that up now. You know +something about that Spaniard that you want to keep dark. Now +trust me—tell me what it is, and trust me—I won't +betray you."</p> + +<p>Huck looked into the old man's honest eyes a moment, then bent +over and whispered in his ear:</p> + +<p>"'Tain't a Spaniard—it's Injun Joe!"</p> + +<p>The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair. In a moment he +said:</p> + +<p>"It's all plain enough, now. When you talked about notching +ears and slitting noses I judged that that was your own +embellishment, because white men don't take that sort of revenge. +But an Injun! That's a different matter altogether."</p> + +<p>During breakfast the talk went on, and in the course of it the +old man said that the last thing which he and his sons had done, +before going to bed, was to get a lantern and examine the stile +and its vicinity for marks of blood. They found none, but +captured a bulky bundle of—</p> + +<p>"Of WHAT?"</p> + +<p>If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped +with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. His +eyes were staring wide, now, and his breath +suspended—waiting for the answer. The Welshman +started—stared in return—three seconds—five +seconds—ten—then replied:</p> + +<p>"Of burglar's tools. Why, what's the MATTER with you?"</p> + +<p>Huck sank back, panting gently, but deeply, unutterably +grateful. The Welshman eyed him gravely, curiously—and +presently said:</p> + +<p>"Yes, burglar's tools. That appears to relieve you a good +deal. But what did give you that turn? What were YOU expecting +we'd found?"</p> + +<p>Huck was in a close place—the inquiring eye was upon +him—he would have given anything for material for a +plausible answer—nothing suggested itself—the +inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper—a senseless +reply offered—there was no time to weigh it, so at a +venture he uttered it—feebly:</p> + +<p>"Sunday-school books, maybe."</p> + +<p>Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed +loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head +to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in +a-man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bill like +everything. Then he added:</p> + +<p>"Poor old chap, you're white and jaded—you ain't well a +bit—no wonder you're a little flighty and off your balance. +But you'll come out of it. Rest and sleep will fetch you out all +right, I hope."</p> + +<p>Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and +betrayed such a suspicious excitement, for he had dropped the +idea that the parcel brought from the tavern was the treasure, as +soon as he had heard the talk at the widow's stile. He had only +thought it was not the treasure, however—he had not known +that it wasn't—and so the suggestion of a captured bundle +was too much for his self-possession. But on the whole he felt +glad the little episode had happened, for now he knew beyond all +question that that bundle was not THE bundle, and so his mind was +at rest and exceedingly comfortable. In fact, everything seemed +to be drifting just in the right direction, now; the treasure +must be still in No. 2, the men would be captured and jailed that +day, and he and Tom could seize the gold that night without any +trouble or any fear of interruption.</p> + +<p>Just as breakfast was completed there was a knock at the door. +Huck jumped for a hiding-place, for he had no mind to be +connected even remotely with the late event. The Welshman +admitted several ladies and gentlemen, among them the Widow +Douglas, and noticed that groups of citizens were climbing up the +hill—to stare at the stile. So the news had spread. The +Welshman had to tell the story of the night to the visitors. The +widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken.</p> + +<p>"Don't say a word about it, madam. There's another that you're +more beholden to than you are to me and my boys, maybe, but he +don't allow me to tell his name. We wouldn't have been there but +for him."</p> + +<p>Of course this excited a curiosity so vast that it almost +belittled the main matter—but the Welshman allowed it to +eat into the vitals of his visitors, and through them be +transmitted to the whole town, for he refused to part with his +secret. When all else had been learned, the widow said:</p> + +<p>"I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all +that noise. Why didn't you come and wake me?"</p> + +<p>"We judged it warn't worth while. Those fellows warn't likely +to come again—they hadn't any tools left to work with, and +what was the use of waking you up and scaring you to death? My +three negro men stood guard at your house all the rest of the +night. They've just come back."</p> + +<p>More visitors came, and the story had to be told and retold +for a couple of hours more.</p> + +<p>There was no Sabbath-school during day-school vacation, but +everybody was early at church. The stirring event was well +canvassed. News came that not a sign of the two villains had been +yet discovered. When the sermon was finished, Judge Thatcher's +wife dropped alongside of Mrs. Harper as she moved down the aisle +with the crowd and said:</p> + +<p>"Is my Becky going to sleep all day? I just expected she +would be tired to death."</p> + +<p>"Your Becky?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," with a startled look—"didn't she stay with you +last night?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-232"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-232.jpg (59K)" src="images/30-232.jpg" height="512" width="362"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Why, no."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Thatcher turned pale, and sank into a pew, just as Aunt +Polly, talking briskly with a friend, passed by. Aunt Polly +said:</p> + +<p>"Goodmorning, Mrs. Thatcher. Goodmorning, Mrs. Harper. I've +got a boy that's turned up missing. I reckon my Tom stayed at +your house last night—one of you. And now he's afraid to +come to church. I've got to settle with him."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Thatcher shook her head feebly and turned paler than +ever.</p> + +<p>"He didn't stay with us," said Mrs. Harper, beginning to look +uneasy. A marked anxiety came into Aunt Polly's face.</p> + +<p>"Joe Harper, have you seen my Tom this morning?"</p> + +<p>"No'm."</p> + +<p>"When did you see him last?"</p> + +<p>Joe tried to remember, but was not sure he could say. The +people had stopped moving out of church. Whispers passed along, +and a boding uneasiness took possession of every countenance. +Children were anxiously questioned, and young teachers. They +all said they had not noticed whether Tom and Becky were on board +the ferryboat on the homeward trip; it was dark; no one thought +of inquiring if any one was missing. One young man finally +blurted out his fear that they were still in the cave! Mrs. +Thatcher swooned away. Aunt Polly fell to crying and wringing her +hands.</p> + +<p>The alarm swept from lip to lip, from group to group, from +street to street, and within five minutes the bells were wildly +clanging and the whole town was up! The Cardiff Hill episode sank +into instant insignificance, the burglars were forgotten, +horses were saddled, skiffs were manned, the ferryboat ordered +out, and before the horror was half an hour old, two hundred men +were pouring down highroad and river toward the cave.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-233"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-233.jpg (93K)" src="images/30-233.jpg" height="514" width="679"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>All the long afternoon the village seemed empty and dead. Many +women visited Aunt Polly and Mrs. Thatcher and tried to comfort +them. They cried with them, too, and that was still better than +words. All the tedious night the town waited for news; but when +the morning dawned at last, all the word that came was, "Send +more candles—and send food." Mrs. Thatcher was almost +crazed; and Aunt Polly, also. Judge Thatcher sent messages of +hope and encouragement from the cave, but they conveyed no real +cheer.</p> + +<p>The old Welshman came home toward daylight, spattered with +candle-grease, smeared with clay, and almost worn out. He found +Huck still in the bed that had been provided for him, and +delirious with fever. The physicians were all at the cave, so the +Widow Douglas came and took charge of the patient. She said she +would do her best by him, because, whether he was good, bad, or +indifferent, he was the Lord's, and nothing that was the Lord's +was a thing to be neglected. The Welshman said Huck had good +spots in him, and the widow said:</p> + +<p>"You can depend on it. That's the Lord's mark. He don't leave +it off. He never does. Puts it somewhere on every creature that +comes from his hands."</p> + +<p>Early in the forenoon parties of jaded men began to straggle +into the village, but the strongest of the citizens continued +searching. All the news that could be gained was that +remotenesses of the cavern were being ransacked that had never +been visited before; that every corner and crevice was going to +be thoroughly searched; that wherever one wandered through the +maze of passages, lights were to be seen flitting hither and +thither in the distance, and shoutings and pistol-shots sent +their hollow reverberations to the ear down the sombre aisles. In +one place, far from the section usually traversed by tourists, +the names "BECKY & TOM" had been found traced upon the rocky +wall with candle-smoke, and near at hand a grease-soiled bit of +ribbon. Mrs. Thatcher recognized the ribbon and cried over it. +She said it was the last relic she should ever have of her child; +and that no other memorial of her could ever be so precious, +because this one parted latest from the living body before the +awful death came. Some said that now and then, in the cave, a +far-away speck of light would glimmer, and then a glorious shout +would burst forth and a score of men go trooping down the echoing +aisle—and then a sickening disappointment always followed; +the children were not there; it was only a searcher's light.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-234"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-234.jpg (53K)" src="images/30-234.jpg" height="492" width="371"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Three dreadful days and nights dragged their tedious hours +along, and the village sank into a hopeless stupor. No one had +heart for anything. The accidental discovery, just made, that +the proprietor of the Temperance Tavern kept liquor on his +premises, scarcely fluttered the public pulse, tremendous as the +fact was. In a lucid interval, Huck feebly led up to the subject +of taverns, and finally asked—dimly dreading the +worst—if anything had been discovered at the Temperance +Tavern since he had been ill.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the widow.</p> + +<p>Huck started up in bed, wildeyed:</p> + +<p>"What? What was it?"</p> + +<p>"Liquor!—and the place has been shut up. Lie down, +child—what a turn you did give me!"</p> + +<p>"Only tell me just one thing—only just one—please! +Was it Tom Sawyer that found it?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-235"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-235.jpg (58K)" src="images/30-235.jpg" height="513" width="349"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The widow burst into tears. "Hush, hush, child, hush! I've +told you before, you must NOT talk. You are very, very sick!"</p> + +<p>Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been +a great powwow if it had been the gold. So the treasure was gone +forever—gone forever! But what could she be crying about? +Curious that she should cry.</p> + +<p>These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind, and +under the weariness they gave him he fell asleep. The widow said +to herself:</p> + +<p>"There—he's asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity +but somebody could find Tom Sawyer! Ah, there ain't many left, +now, that's got hope enough, or strength enough, either, to go on +searching."</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-236"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-236.jpg (200K)" src="images/31-236.jpg" height="909" width="791"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>NOW to return to Tom and Becky's share in the picnic. They +tripped along the murky aisles with the rest of the company, +visiting the familiar wonders of the cave—wonders dubbed +with rather over-descriptive names, such as "The Drawing-Room," +"The Cathedral," "Aladdin's Palace," and so on. Presently the +hide-and-seek frolicking began, and Tom and Becky engaged in it +with zeal until the exertion began to grow a trifle wearisome; +then they wandered down a sinuous avenue holding their candles +aloft and reading the tangled webwork of names, dates, postoffice +addresses, and mottoes with which the rocky walls had been +frescoed (in candle-smoke). Still drifting along and talking, +they scarcely noticed that they were now in a part of the cave +whose walls were not frescoed. They smoked their own names under +an overhanging shelf and moved on. Presently they came to a place +where a little stream of water, trickling over a ledge and +carrying a limestone sediment with it, had, in the slow-dragging +ages, formed a laced and ruffled Niagara in gleaming and +imperishable stone. Tom squeezed his small body behind it in +order to illuminate it for Becky's gratification. He found that +it curtained a sort of steep natural stairway which was enclosed +between narrow walls, and at once the ambition to be a +discoverer seized him. + +</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-237"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-237.jpg (66K)" src="images/31-237.jpg" height="658" width="361"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> + +Becky responded to his call, and they made +a smoke-mark for future guidance, and started upon their quest. +They wound this way and that, far down into the secret depths of +the cave, made another mark, and branched off in search of +novelties to tell the upper world about. In one place they found +a spacious cavern, from whose ceiling depended a multitude of +shining stalactites of the length and circumference of a man's +leg; they walked all about it, wondering and admiring, and +presently left it by one of the numerous passages that opened +into it. This shortly brought them to a bewitching spring, whose +basin was incrusted with a frostwork of glittering crystals; it +was in the midst of a cavern whose walls were supported by many +fantastic pillars which had been formed by the joining of great +stalactites and stalagmites together, the result of the ceaseless +water-drip of centuries. Under the roof vast knots of bats had +packed themselves together, thousands in a bunch; the lights +disturbed the creatures and they came flocking down by hundreds, +squeaking and darting furiously at the candles. Tom knew their +ways and the danger of this sort of conduct. He seized Becky's +hand and hurried her into the first corridor that offered; and +none too soon, for a bat struck Becky's light out with its wing +while she was passing out of the cavern. The bats chased the +children a good distance; but the fugitives plunged into every +new passage that offered, and at last got rid of the perilous +things. Tom found a subterranean lake, shortly, which stretched +its dim length away until its shape was lost in the shadows. He +wanted to explore its borders, but concluded that it would be +best to sit down and rest awhile, first. Now, for the first time, +the deep stillness of the place laid a clammy hand upon the +spirits of the children. Becky said:</p> + +<p>"Why, I didn't notice, but it seems ever so long since I heard +any of the others."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-238"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-238.jpg (106K)" src="images/31-238.jpg" height="649" width="636"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them—and I +don't know how far away north, or south, or east, or whichever it +is. We couldn't hear them here."</p> + +<p>Becky grew apprehensive.</p> + +<p>"I wonder how long we've been down here, Tom? We better start +back."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I reckon we better. P'raps we better."</p> + +<p>"Can you find the way, Tom? It's all a mixed-up crookedness to +me."</p> + +<p>"I reckon I could find it—but then the bats. If they put +our candles out it will be an awful fix. Let's try some other +way, so as not to go through there."</p> + +<p>"Well. But I hope we won't get lost. It would be so awful!" +and the girl shuddered at the thought of the dreadful +possibilities.</p> + +<p>They started through a corridor, and traversed it in silence a +long way, glancing at each new opening, to see if there was +anything familiar about the look of it; but they were all +strange. Every time Tom made an examination, Becky would watch +his face for an encouraging sign, and he would say cheerily:</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's all right. This ain't the one, but we'll come to it +right away!"</p> + +<p>But he felt less and less hopeful with each failure, and +presently began to turn off into diverging avenues at sheer +random, in desperate hope of finding the one that was wanted. He +still said it was "all right," but there was such a leaden dread +at his heart that the words had lost their ring and sounded just +as if he had said, "All is lost!" Becky clung to his side in an +anguish of fear, and tried hard to keep back the tears, but they +would come. At last she said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom, never mind the bats, let's go back that way! We seem +to get worse and worse off all the time."</p> + +<p>"Listen!" said he.</p> + +<p>Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings +were conspicuous in the hush. Tom shouted. The call went echoing +down the empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint +sound that resembled a ripple of mocking laughter.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't do it again, Tom, it is too horrid," said +Becky.</p> + +<p>"It is horrid, but I better, Becky; they might hear us, you +know," and he shouted again.</p> + +<p>The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly +laughter, it so confessed a perishing hope. The children stood +still and listened; but there was no result. Tom turned upon the +back track at once, and hurried his steps. It was but a little +while before a certain indecision in his manner revealed +another fearful fact to Becky—he could not find his way +back!</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom, you didn't make any marks!"</p> + +<p>"Becky, I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we +might want to come back! No—I can't find the way. It's all +mixed up."</p> + +<p>"Tom, Tom, we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out of +this awful place! Oh, why DID we ever leave the others!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-240"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-240.jpg (50K)" src="images/31-240.jpg" height="495" width="363"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>She sank to the ground and burst into such a frenzy of crying +that Tom was appalled with the idea that she might die, or lose +her reason. He sat down by her and put his arms around her; she +buried her face in his bosom, she clung to him, she poured out +her terrors, her unavailing regrets, and the far echoes turned +them all to jeering laughter. Tom begged her to pluck up hope +again, and she said she could not. He fell to blaming and abusing +himself for getting her into this miserable situation; this had a +better effect. She said she would try to hope again, she would +get up and follow wherever he might lead if only he would not +talk like that any more. For he was no more to blame than she, +she said.</p> + +<p>So they moved on again—aimlessly—simply at +random—all they could do was to move, keep moving. For a +little while, hope made a show of reviving—not with any +reason to back it, but only because it is its nature to revive +when the spring has not been taken out of it by age and +familiarity with failure.</p> + +<p>By-and-by Tom took Becky's candle and blew it out. This +economy meant so much! Words were not needed. Becky understood, +and her hope died again. She knew that Tom had a whole candle and +three or four pieces in his pockets—yet he must +economize.</p> + +<p>By-and-by, fatigue began to assert its claims; the children +tried to pay attention, for it was dreadful to think of sitting +down when time was grown to be so precious, moving, in some +direction, in any direction, was at least progress and might bear +fruit; but to sit down was to invite death and shorten its +pursuit.</p> + +<p>At last Becky's frail limbs refused to carry her farther. She +sat down. Tom rested with her, and they talked of home, and the +friends there, and the comfortable beds and, above all, the +light! Becky cried, and Tom tried to think of some way of +comforting her, but all his encouragements were grown +thread-bare with use, and sounded like sarcasms. Fatigue bore so +heavily upon Becky that she drowsed off to sleep. Tom was +grateful. He sat looking into her drawn face and saw it grow +smooth and natural under the influence of pleasant dreams; and +by-and-by a smile dawned and rested there. The peaceful face +reflected somewhat of peace and healing into his own spirit, and +his thoughts wandered away to bygone times and dreamy memories. +While he was deep in his musings, Becky woke up with a breezy +little laugh—but it was stricken dead upon her lips, and a +groan followed it.</p> + +<p>"Oh, how COULD I sleep! I wish I never, never had waked! No! +No, I don't, Tom! Don't look so! I won't say it again."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you've slept, Becky; you'll feel rested, now, and +we'll find the way out."</p> + +<p>"We can try, Tom; but I've seen such a beautiful country in my +dream. I reckon we are going there."</p> + +<p>"Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on +trying."</p> + +<p>They rose up and wandered along, hand in hand and hopeless. +They tried to estimate how long they had been in the cave, but +all they knew was that it seemed days and weeks, and yet it was +plain that this could not be, for their candles were not gone +yet. A long time after this—they could not tell how +long—Tom said they must go softly and listen for dripping +water—they must find a spring. They found one presently, +and Tom said it was time to rest again. Both were cruelly tired, +yet Becky said she thought she could go a little farther. She was +surprised to hear Tom dissent. She could not understand it. They +sat down, and Tom fastened his candle to the wall in front of +them with some clay. Thought was soon busy; nothing was said for +some time. Then Becky broke the silence:</p> + +<p>"Tom, I am so hungry!"</p> + +<p>Tom took something out of his pocket.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-242"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-242.jpg (57K)" src="images/31-242.jpg" height="496" width="354"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Do you remember this?" said he.</p> + +<p>Becky almost smiled.</p> + +<p>"It's our wedding-cake, Tom."</p> + +<p>"Yes—I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it's all +we've got."</p> + +<p>"I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on, Tom, the way +grownup people do with wedding-cake—but it'll be +our—"</p> + +<p>She dropped the sentence where it was. Tom divided the cake +and Becky ate with good appetite, while Tom nibbled at his +moiety. There was abundance of cold water to finish the feast +with. By-and-by Becky suggested that they move on again. Tom was +silent a moment. Then he said:</p> + +<p>"Becky, can you bear it if I tell you something?"</p> + +<p>Becky's face paled, but she thought she could.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, Becky, we must stay here, where there's water to +drink. That little piece is our last candle!"</p> + +<p>Becky gave loose to tears and wailings. Tom did what he could +to comfort her, but with little effect. At length Becky said:</p> + +<p>"Tom!"</p> + +<p>"Well, Becky?"</p> + +<p>"They'll miss us and hunt for us!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, they will! Certainly they will!"</p> + +<p>"Maybe they're hunting for us now, Tom."</p> + +<p>"Why, I reckon maybe they are. I hope they are."</p> + +<p>"When would they miss us, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"When they get back to the boat, I reckon."</p> + +<p>"Tom, it might be dark then—would they notice we hadn't +come?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. But anyway, your mother would miss you as soon +as they got home."</p> + +<p>A frightened look in Becky's face brought Tom to his senses +and he saw that he had made a blunder. Becky was not to have gone +home that night! The children became silent and thoughtful. In a +moment a new burst of grief from Becky showed Tom that the thing +in his mind had struck hers also—that the Sabbath morning +might be half spent before Mrs. Thatcher discovered that Becky +was not at Mrs. Harper's.</p> + +<p>The children fastened their eyes upon their bit of candle and +watched it melt slowly and pitilessly away; saw the half inch of +wick stand alone at last; saw the feeble flame rise and fall, +climb the thin column of smoke, linger at its top a moment, and +then—the horror of utter darkness reigned!</p> + +<p>How long afterward it was that Becky came to a slow +consciousness that she was crying in Tom's arms, neither could +tell. All that they knew was, that after what seemed a mighty +stretch of time, both awoke out of a dead stupor of sleep and +resumed their miseries once more. Tom said it might be Sunday, +now—maybe Monday. He tried to get Becky to talk, but her +sorrows were too oppressive, all her hopes were gone. Tom said +that they must have been missed long ago, and no doubt the search +was going on. He would shout and maybe some one would come. He +tried it; but in the darkness the distant echoes sounded so +hideously that he tried it no more.</p> + +<p>The hours wasted away, and hunger came to torment the +captives again. A portion of Tom's half of the cake was left; +they divided and ate it. But they seemed hungrier than before. +The poor morsel of food only whetted desire.</p> + +<p>By-and-by Tom said:</p> + +<p>"SH! Did you hear that?"</p> + +<p>Both held their breath and listened. There was a sound like +the faintest, far-off shout. Instantly Tom answered it, and +leading Becky by the hand, started groping down the corridor in +its direction. Presently he listened again; again the sound was +heard, and apparently a little nearer.</p> + +<p>"It's them!" said Tom; "they're coming! Come along, +Becky—we're all right now!"</p> + +<p>The joy of the prisoners was almost overwhelming. Their speed +was slow, however, because pitfalls were somewhat common, and had +to be guarded against. They shortly came to one and had to stop. +It might be three feet deep, it might be a hundred—there +was no passing it at any rate. Tom got down on his breast and +reached as far down as he could. No bottom. They must stay there +and wait until the searchers came. They listened; evidently the +distant shoutings were growing more distant! a moment or two more +and they had gone altogether. The heart-sinking misery of it! Tom +whooped until he was hoarse, but it was of no use. He talked +hopefully to Becky; but an age of anxious waiting passed and no +sounds came again.</p> + +<p>The children groped their way back to the spring. The weary +time dragged on; they slept again, and awoke famished and +woe-stricken. Tom believed it must be Tuesday by this time.</p> + +<p>Now an idea struck him. There were some side passages near at +hand. It would be better to explore some of these than bear the +weight of the heavy time in idleness. He took a kite-line from +his pocket, tied it to a projection, and he and Becky started, +Tom in the lead, unwinding the line as he groped along. At the +end of twenty steps the corridor ended in a "jumping-off place." +Tom got down on his knees and felt below, and then as far around +the corner as he could reach with his hands conveniently; he made +an effort to stretch yet a little farther to the right, and at +that moment, not twenty yards away, a human hand, holding a +candle, appeared from behind a rock! Tom lifted up a glorious +shout, and instantly that hand was followed by the body it +belonged to—Injun Joe's! Tom was paralyzed; he could not +move. He was vastly gratified the next moment, to see the +"Spaniard" take to his heels and get himself out of sight. Tom +wondered that Joe had not recognized his voice and come over and +killed him for testifying in court. But the echoes must have +disguised the voice. Without doubt, that was it, he reasoned. +Tom's fright weakened every muscle in his body. He said to +himself that if he had strength enough to get back to the spring +he would stay there, and nothing should tempt him to run the risk +of meeting Injun Joe again. He was careful to keep from Becky +what it was he had seen. He told her he had only shouted "for +luck."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-245"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-245.jpg (106K)" src="images/31-245.jpg" height="594" width="681"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>But hunger and wretchedness rise superior to fears in the long +run. Another tedious wait at the spring and another long sleep +brought changes. The children awoke tortured with a raging +hunger. Tom believed that it must be Wednesday or Thursday or +even Friday or Saturday, now, and that the search had been given +over. He proposed to explore another passage. He felt willing to +risk Injun Joe and all other terrors. But Becky was very weak. +She had sunk into a dreary apathy and would not be roused. She +said she would wait, now, where she was, and die—it would +not be long. She told Tom to go with the kite-line and explore if +he chose; but she implored him to come back every little while +and speak to her; and she made him promise that when the awful +time came, he would stay by her and hold her hand until all was +over.</p> + +<p>Tom kissed her, with a choking sensation in his throat, and +made a show of being confident of finding the searchers or an +escape from the cave; then he took the kite-line in his hand and +went groping down one of the passages on his hands and knees, +distressed with hunger and sick with bodings of coming doom.</p> + + + + +<br> +<br> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 7. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 7199-h.htm or 7199-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7199/ + +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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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 7. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 30, 2004 [EBook #7199] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER + BY + MARK TWAIN + (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) + + Part 7 + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +THAT night Tom and Huck were ready for their adventure. They hung +about the neighborhood of the tavern until after nine, one watching the +alley at a distance and the other the tavern door. Nobody entered the +alley or left it; nobody resembling the Spaniard entered or left the +tavern door. The night promised to be a fair one; so Tom went home with +the understanding that if a considerable degree of darkness came on, +Huck was to come and "maow," whereupon he would slip out and try the +keys. But the night remained clear, and Huck closed his watch and +retired to bed in an empty sugar hogshead about twelve. + +Tuesday the boys had the same ill luck. Also Wednesday. But Thursday +night promised better. Tom slipped out in good season with his aunt's +old tin lantern, and a large towel to blindfold it with. He hid the +lantern in Huck's sugar hogshead and the watch began. An hour before +midnight the tavern closed up and its lights (the only ones +thereabouts) were put out. No Spaniard had been seen. Nobody had +entered or left the alley. Everything was auspicious. The blackness of +darkness reigned, the perfect stillness was interrupted only by +occasional mutterings of distant thunder. + +Tom got his lantern, lit it in the hogshead, wrapped it closely in the +towel, and the two adventurers crept in the gloom toward the tavern. +Huck stood sentry and Tom felt his way into the alley. Then there was a +season of waiting anxiety that weighed upon Huck's spirits like a +mountain. He began to wish he could see a flash from the lantern--it +would frighten him, but it would at least tell him that Tom was alive +yet. It seemed hours since Tom had disappeared. Surely he must have +fainted; maybe he was dead; maybe his heart had burst under terror and +excitement. In his uneasiness Huck found himself drawing closer and +closer to the alley; fearing all sorts of dreadful things, and +momentarily expecting some catastrophe to happen that would take away +his breath. There was not much to take away, for he seemed only able to +inhale it by thimblefuls, and his heart would soon wear itself out, the +way it was beating. Suddenly there was a flash of light and Tom came +tearing by him: "Run!" said he; "run, for your life!" + +He needn't have repeated it; once was enough; Huck was making thirty +or forty miles an hour before the repetition was uttered. The boys +never stopped till they reached the shed of a deserted slaughter-house +at the lower end of the village. Just as they got within its shelter +the storm burst and the rain poured down. As soon as Tom got his breath +he said: + +"Huck, it was awful! I tried two of the keys, just as soft as I could; +but they seemed to make such a power of racket that I couldn't hardly +get my breath I was so scared. They wouldn't turn in the lock, either. +Well, without noticing what I was doing, I took hold of the knob, and +open comes the door! It warn't locked! I hopped in, and shook off the +towel, and, GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!" + +"What!--what'd you see, Tom?" + +"Huck, I most stepped onto Injun Joe's hand!" + +"No!" + +"Yes! He was lying there, sound asleep on the floor, with his old +patch on his eye and his arms spread out." + +"Lordy, what did you do? Did he wake up?" + +"No, never budged. Drunk, I reckon. I just grabbed that towel and +started!" + +"I'd never 'a' thought of the towel, I bet!" + +"Well, I would. My aunt would make me mighty sick if I lost it." + +"Say, Tom, did you see that box?" + +"Huck, I didn't wait to look around. I didn't see the box, I didn't +see the cross. I didn't see anything but a bottle and a tin cup on the +floor by Injun Joe; yes, I saw two barrels and lots more bottles in the +room. Don't you see, now, what's the matter with that ha'nted room?" + +"How?" + +"Why, it's ha'nted with whiskey! Maybe ALL the Temperance Taverns have +got a ha'nted room, hey, Huck?" + +"Well, I reckon maybe that's so. Who'd 'a' thought such a thing? But +say, Tom, now's a mighty good time to get that box, if Injun Joe's +drunk." + +"It is, that! You try it!" + +Huck shuddered. + +"Well, no--I reckon not." + +"And I reckon not, Huck. Only one bottle alongside of Injun Joe ain't +enough. If there'd been three, he'd be drunk enough and I'd do it." + +There was a long pause for reflection, and then Tom said: + +"Lookyhere, Huck, less not try that thing any more till we know Injun +Joe's not in there. It's too scary. Now, if we watch every night, we'll +be dead sure to see him go out, some time or other, and then we'll +snatch that box quicker'n lightning." + +"Well, I'm agreed. I'll watch the whole night long, and I'll do it +every night, too, if you'll do the other part of the job." + +"All right, I will. All you got to do is to trot up Hooper Street a +block and maow--and if I'm asleep, you throw some gravel at the window +and that'll fetch me." + +"Agreed, and good as wheat!" + +"Now, Huck, the storm's over, and I'll go home. It'll begin to be +daylight in a couple of hours. You go back and watch that long, will +you?" + +"I said I would, Tom, and I will. I'll ha'nt that tavern every night +for a year! I'll sleep all day and I'll stand watch all night." + +"That's all right. Now, where you going to sleep?" + +"In Ben Rogers' hayloft. He lets me, and so does his pap's nigger man, +Uncle Jake. I tote water for Uncle Jake whenever he wants me to, and +any time I ask him he gives me a little something to eat if he can +spare it. That's a mighty good nigger, Tom. He likes me, becuz I don't +ever act as if I was above him. Sometime I've set right down and eat +WITH him. But you needn't tell that. A body's got to do things when +he's awful hungry he wouldn't want to do as a steady thing." + +"Well, if I don't want you in the daytime, I'll let you sleep. I won't +come bothering around. Any time you see something's up, in the night, +just skip right around and maow." + + + +CHAPTER XXIX + +THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news +--Judge Thatcher's family had come back to town the night before. Both +Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into secondary importance for a moment, +and Becky took the chief place in the boy's interest. He saw her and +they had an exhausting good time playing "hi-spy" and "gully-keeper" +with a crowd of their school-mates. The day was completed and crowned +in a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to appoint +the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed picnic, and she +consented. The child's delight was boundless; and Tom's not more +moderate. The invitations were sent out before sunset, and straightway +the young folks of the village were thrown into a fever of preparation +and pleasurable anticipation. Tom's excitement enabled him to keep +awake until a pretty late hour, and he had good hopes of hearing Huck's +"maow," and of having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers +with, next day; but he was disappointed. No signal came that night. + +Morning came, eventually, and by ten or eleven o'clock a giddy and +rollicking company were gathered at Judge Thatcher's, and everything +was ready for a start. It was not the custom for elderly people to mar +the picnics with their presence. The children were considered safe +enough under the wings of a few young ladies of eighteen and a few +young gentlemen of twenty-three or thereabouts. The old steam ferryboat +was chartered for the occasion; presently the gay throng filed up the +main street laden with provision-baskets. Sid was sick and had to miss +the fun; Mary remained at home to entertain him. The last thing Mrs. +Thatcher said to Becky, was: + +"You'll not get back till late. Perhaps you'd better stay all night +with some of the girls that live near the ferry-landing, child." + +"Then I'll stay with Susy Harper, mamma." + +"Very well. And mind and behave yourself and don't be any trouble." + +Presently, as they tripped along, Tom said to Becky: + +"Say--I'll tell you what we'll do. 'Stead of going to Joe Harper's +we'll climb right up the hill and stop at the Widow Douglas'. She'll +have ice-cream! She has it most every day--dead loads of it. And she'll +be awful glad to have us." + +"Oh, that will be fun!" + +Then Becky reflected a moment and said: + +"But what will mamma say?" + +"How'll she ever know?" + +The girl turned the idea over in her mind, and said reluctantly: + +"I reckon it's wrong--but--" + +"But shucks! Your mother won't know, and so what's the harm? All she +wants is that you'll be safe; and I bet you she'd 'a' said go there if +she'd 'a' thought of it. I know she would!" + +The Widow Douglas' splendid hospitality was a tempting bait. It and +Tom's persuasions presently carried the day. So it was decided to say +nothing anybody about the night's programme. Presently it occurred to +Tom that maybe Huck might come this very night and give the signal. The +thought took a deal of the spirit out of his anticipations. Still he +could not bear to give up the fun at Widow Douglas'. And why should he +give it up, he reasoned--the signal did not come the night before, so +why should it be any more likely to come to-night? The sure fun of the +evening outweighed the uncertain treasure; and, boy-like, he determined +to yield to the stronger inclination and not allow himself to think of +the box of money another time that day. + +Three miles below town the ferryboat stopped at the mouth of a woody +hollow and tied up. The crowd swarmed ashore and soon the forest +distances and craggy heights echoed far and near with shoutings and +laughter. All the different ways of getting hot and tired were gone +through with, and by-and-by the rovers straggled back to camp fortified +with responsible appetites, and then the destruction of the good things +began. After the feast there was a refreshing season of rest and chat +in the shade of spreading oaks. By-and-by somebody shouted: + +"Who's ready for the cave?" + +Everybody was. Bundles of candles were procured, and straightway there +was a general scamper up the hill. The mouth of the cave was up the +hillside--an opening shaped like a letter A. Its massive oaken door +stood unbarred. Within was a small chamber, chilly as an ice-house, and +walled by Nature with solid limestone that was dewy with a cold sweat. +It was romantic and mysterious to stand here in the deep gloom and look +out upon the green valley shining in the sun. But the impressiveness of +the situation quickly wore off, and the romping began again. The moment +a candle was lighted there was a general rush upon the owner of it; a +struggle and a gallant defence followed, but the candle was soon +knocked down or blown out, and then there was a glad clamor of laughter +and a new chase. But all things have an end. By-and-by the procession +went filing down the steep descent of the main avenue, the flickering +rank of lights dimly revealing the lofty walls of rock almost to their +point of junction sixty feet overhead. This main avenue was not more +than eight or ten feet wide. Every few steps other lofty and still +narrower crevices branched from it on either hand--for McDougal's cave +was but a vast labyrinth of crooked aisles that ran into each other and +out again and led nowhere. It was said that one might wander days and +nights together through its intricate tangle of rifts and chasms, and +never find the end of the cave; and that he might go down, and down, +and still down, into the earth, and it was just the same--labyrinth +under labyrinth, and no end to any of them. No man "knew" the cave. +That was an impossible thing. Most of the young men knew a portion of +it, and it was not customary to venture much beyond this known portion. +Tom Sawyer knew as much of the cave as any one. + +The procession moved along the main avenue some three-quarters of a +mile, and then groups and couples began to slip aside into branch +avenues, fly along the dismal corridors, and take each other by +surprise at points where the corridors joined again. Parties were able +to elude each other for the space of half an hour without going beyond +the "known" ground. + +By-and-by, one group after another came straggling back to the mouth +of the cave, panting, hilarious, smeared from head to foot with tallow +drippings, daubed with clay, and entirely delighted with the success of +the day. Then they were astonished to find that they had been taking no +note of time and that night was about at hand. The clanging bell had +been calling for half an hour. However, this sort of close to the day's +adventures was romantic and therefore satisfactory. When the ferryboat +with her wild freight pushed into the stream, nobody cared sixpence for +the wasted time but the captain of the craft. + +Huck was already upon his watch when the ferryboat's lights went +glinting past the wharf. He heard no noise on board, for the young +people were as subdued and still as people usually are who are nearly +tired to death. He wondered what boat it was, and why she did not stop +at the wharf--and then he dropped her out of his mind and put his +attention upon his business. The night was growing cloudy and dark. Ten +o'clock came, and the noise of vehicles ceased, scattered lights began +to wink out, all straggling foot-passengers disappeared, the village +betook itself to its slumbers and left the small watcher alone with the +silence and the ghosts. Eleven o'clock came, and the tavern lights were +put out; darkness everywhere, now. Huck waited what seemed a weary long +time, but nothing happened. His faith was weakening. Was there any use? +Was there really any use? Why not give it up and turn in? + +A noise fell upon his ear. He was all attention in an instant. The +alley door closed softly. He sprang to the corner of the brick store. +The next moment two men brushed by him, and one seemed to have +something under his arm. It must be that box! So they were going to +remove the treasure. Why call Tom now? It would be absurd--the men +would get away with the box and never be found again. No, he would +stick to their wake and follow them; he would trust to the darkness for +security from discovery. So communing with himself, Huck stepped out +and glided along behind the men, cat-like, with bare feet, allowing +them to keep just far enough ahead not to be invisible. + +They moved up the river street three blocks, then turned to the left +up a cross-street. They went straight ahead, then, until they came to +the path that led up Cardiff Hill; this they took. They passed by the +old Welshman's house, half-way up the hill, without hesitating, and +still climbed upward. Good, thought Huck, they will bury it in the old +quarry. But they never stopped at the quarry. They passed on, up the +summit. They plunged into the narrow path between the tall sumach +bushes, and were at once hidden in the gloom. Huck closed up and +shortened his distance, now, for they would never be able to see him. +He trotted along awhile; then slackened his pace, fearing he was +gaining too fast; moved on a piece, then stopped altogether; listened; +no sound; none, save that he seemed to hear the beating of his own +heart. The hooting of an owl came over the hill--ominous sound! But no +footsteps. Heavens, was everything lost! He was about to spring with +winged feet, when a man cleared his throat not four feet from him! +Huck's heart shot into his throat, but he swallowed it again; and then +he stood there shaking as if a dozen agues had taken charge of him at +once, and so weak that he thought he must surely fall to the ground. He +knew where he was. He knew he was within five steps of the stile +leading into Widow Douglas' grounds. Very well, he thought, let them +bury it there; it won't be hard to find. + +Now there was a voice--a very low voice--Injun Joe's: + +"Damn her, maybe she's got company--there's lights, late as it is." + +"I can't see any." + +This was that stranger's voice--the stranger of the haunted house. A +deadly chill went to Huck's heart--this, then, was the "revenge" job! +His thought was, to fly. Then he remembered that the Widow Douglas had +been kind to him more than once, and maybe these men were going to +murder her. He wished he dared venture to warn her; but he knew he +didn't dare--they might come and catch him. He thought all this and +more in the moment that elapsed between the stranger's remark and Injun +Joe's next--which was-- + +"Because the bush is in your way. Now--this way--now you see, don't +you?" + +"Yes. Well, there IS company there, I reckon. Better give it up." + +"Give it up, and I just leaving this country forever! Give it up and +maybe never have another chance. I tell you again, as I've told you +before, I don't care for her swag--you may have it. But her husband was +rough on me--many times he was rough on me--and mainly he was the +justice of the peace that jugged me for a vagrant. And that ain't all. +It ain't a millionth part of it! He had me HORSEWHIPPED!--horsewhipped +in front of the jail, like a nigger!--with all the town looking on! +HORSEWHIPPED!--do you understand? He took advantage of me and died. But +I'll take it out of HER." + +"Oh, don't kill her! Don't do that!" + +"Kill? Who said anything about killing? I would kill HIM if he was +here; but not her. When you want to get revenge on a woman you don't +kill her--bosh! you go for her looks. You slit her nostrils--you notch +her ears like a sow!" + +"By God, that's--" + +"Keep your opinion to yourself! It will be safest for you. I'll tie +her to the bed. If she bleeds to death, is that my fault? I'll not cry, +if she does. My friend, you'll help me in this thing--for MY sake +--that's why you're here--I mightn't be able alone. If you flinch, I'll +kill you. Do you understand that? And if I have to kill you, I'll kill +her--and then I reckon nobody'll ever know much about who done this +business." + +"Well, if it's got to be done, let's get at it. The quicker the +better--I'm all in a shiver." + +"Do it NOW? And company there? Look here--I'll get suspicious of you, +first thing you know. No--we'll wait till the lights are out--there's +no hurry." + +Huck felt that a silence was going to ensue--a thing still more awful +than any amount of murderous talk; so he held his breath and stepped +gingerly back; planted his foot carefully and firmly, after balancing, +one-legged, in a precarious way and almost toppling over, first on one +side and then on the other. He took another step back, with the same +elaboration and the same risks; then another and another, and--a twig +snapped under his foot! His breath stopped and he listened. There was +no sound--the stillness was perfect. His gratitude was measureless. Now +he turned in his tracks, between the walls of sumach bushes--turned +himself as carefully as if he were a ship--and then stepped quickly but +cautiously along. When he emerged at the quarry he felt secure, and so +he picked up his nimble heels and flew. Down, down he sped, till he +reached the Welshman's. He banged at the door, and presently the heads +of the old man and his two stalwart sons were thrust from windows. + +"What's the row there? Who's banging? What do you want?" + +"Let me in--quick! I'll tell everything." + +"Why, who are you?" + +"Huckleberry Finn--quick, let me in!" + +"Huckleberry Finn, indeed! It ain't a name to open many doors, I +judge! But let him in, lads, and let's see what's the trouble." + +"Please don't ever tell I told you," were Huck's first words when he +got in. "Please don't--I'd be killed, sure--but the widow's been good +friends to me sometimes, and I want to tell--I WILL tell if you'll +promise you won't ever say it was me." + +"By George, he HAS got something to tell, or he wouldn't act so!" +exclaimed the old man; "out with it and nobody here'll ever tell, lad." + +Three minutes later the old man and his sons, well armed, were up the +hill, and just entering the sumach path on tiptoe, their weapons in +their hands. Huck accompanied them no further. He hid behind a great +bowlder and fell to listening. There was a lagging, anxious silence, +and then all of a sudden there was an explosion of firearms and a cry. + +Huck waited for no particulars. He sprang away and sped down the hill +as fast as his legs could carry him. + + + +CHAPTER XXX + +AS the earliest suspicion of dawn appeared on Sunday morning, Huck +came groping up the hill and rapped gently at the old Welshman's door. +The inmates were asleep, but it was a sleep that was set on a +hair-trigger, on account of the exciting episode of the night. A call +came from a window: + +"Who's there!" + +Huck's scared voice answered in a low tone: + +"Please let me in! It's only Huck Finn!" + +"It's a name that can open this door night or day, lad!--and welcome!" + +These were strange words to the vagabond boy's ears, and the +pleasantest he had ever heard. He could not recollect that the closing +word had ever been applied in his case before. The door was quickly +unlocked, and he entered. Huck was given a seat and the old man and his +brace of tall sons speedily dressed themselves. + +"Now, my boy, I hope you're good and hungry, because breakfast will be +ready as soon as the sun's up, and we'll have a piping hot one, too +--make yourself easy about that! I and the boys hoped you'd turn up and +stop here last night." + +"I was awful scared," said Huck, "and I run. I took out when the +pistols went off, and I didn't stop for three mile. I've come now becuz +I wanted to know about it, you know; and I come before daylight becuz I +didn't want to run across them devils, even if they was dead." + +"Well, poor chap, you do look as if you'd had a hard night of it--but +there's a bed here for you when you've had your breakfast. No, they +ain't dead, lad--we are sorry enough for that. You see we knew right +where to put our hands on them, by your description; so we crept along +on tiptoe till we got within fifteen feet of them--dark as a cellar +that sumach path was--and just then I found I was going to sneeze. It +was the meanest kind of luck! I tried to keep it back, but no use +--'twas bound to come, and it did come! I was in the lead with my pistol +raised, and when the sneeze started those scoundrels a-rustling to get +out of the path, I sung out, 'Fire boys!' and blazed away at the place +where the rustling was. So did the boys. But they were off in a jiffy, +those villains, and we after them, down through the woods. I judge we +never touched them. They fired a shot apiece as they started, but their +bullets whizzed by and didn't do us any harm. As soon as we lost the +sound of their feet we quit chasing, and went down and stirred up the +constables. They got a posse together, and went off to guard the river +bank, and as soon as it is light the sheriff and a gang are going to +beat up the woods. My boys will be with them presently. I wish we had +some sort of description of those rascals--'twould help a good deal. +But you couldn't see what they were like, in the dark, lad, I suppose?" + +"Oh yes; I saw them down-town and follered them." + +"Splendid! Describe them--describe them, my boy!" + +"One's the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that's ben around here once or +twice, and t'other's a mean-looking, ragged--" + +"That's enough, lad, we know the men! Happened on them in the woods +back of the widow's one day, and they slunk away. Off with you, boys, +and tell the sheriff--get your breakfast to-morrow morning!" + +The Welshman's sons departed at once. As they were leaving the room +Huck sprang up and exclaimed: + +"Oh, please don't tell ANYbody it was me that blowed on them! Oh, +please!" + +"All right if you say it, Huck, but you ought to have the credit of +what you did." + +"Oh no, no! Please don't tell!" + +When the young men were gone, the old Welshman said: + +"They won't tell--and I won't. But why don't you want it known?" + +Huck would not explain, further than to say that he already knew too +much about one of those men and would not have the man know that he +knew anything against him for the whole world--he would be killed for +knowing it, sure. + +The old man promised secrecy once more, and said: + +"How did you come to follow these fellows, lad? Were they looking +suspicious?" + +Huck was silent while he framed a duly cautious reply. Then he said: + +"Well, you see, I'm a kind of a hard lot,--least everybody says so, +and I don't see nothing agin it--and sometimes I can't sleep much, on +account of thinking about it and sort of trying to strike out a new way +of doing. That was the way of it last night. I couldn't sleep, and so I +come along up-street 'bout midnight, a-turning it all over, and when I +got to that old shackly brick store by the Temperance Tavern, I backed +up agin the wall to have another think. Well, just then along comes +these two chaps slipping along close by me, with something under their +arm, and I reckoned they'd stole it. One was a-smoking, and t'other one +wanted a light; so they stopped right before me and the cigars lit up +their faces and I see that the big one was the deaf and dumb Spaniard, +by his white whiskers and the patch on his eye, and t'other one was a +rusty, ragged-looking devil." + +"Could you see the rags by the light of the cigars?" + +This staggered Huck for a moment. Then he said: + +"Well, I don't know--but somehow it seems as if I did." + +"Then they went on, and you--" + +"Follered 'em--yes. That was it. I wanted to see what was up--they +sneaked along so. I dogged 'em to the widder's stile, and stood in the +dark and heard the ragged one beg for the widder, and the Spaniard +swear he'd spile her looks just as I told you and your two--" + +"What! The DEAF AND DUMB man said all that!" + +Huck had made another terrible mistake! He was trying his best to keep +the old man from getting the faintest hint of who the Spaniard might +be, and yet his tongue seemed determined to get him into trouble in +spite of all he could do. He made several efforts to creep out of his +scrape, but the old man's eye was upon him and he made blunder after +blunder. Presently the Welshman said: + +"My boy, don't be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head +for all the world. No--I'd protect you--I'd protect you. This Spaniard +is not deaf and dumb; you've let that slip without intending it; you +can't cover that up now. You know something about that Spaniard that +you want to keep dark. Now trust me--tell me what it is, and trust me +--I won't betray you." + +Huck looked into the old man's honest eyes a moment, then bent over +and whispered in his ear: + +"'Tain't a Spaniard--it's Injun Joe!" + +The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair. In a moment he said: + +"It's all plain enough, now. When you talked about notching ears and +slitting noses I judged that that was your own embellishment, because +white men don't take that sort of revenge. But an Injun! That's a +different matter altogether." + +During breakfast the talk went on, and in the course of it the old man +said that the last thing which he and his sons had done, before going +to bed, was to get a lantern and examine the stile and its vicinity for +marks of blood. They found none, but captured a bulky bundle of-- + +"Of WHAT?" + +If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more +stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. His eyes were staring +wide, now, and his breath suspended--waiting for the answer. The +Welshman started--stared in return--three seconds--five seconds--ten +--then replied: + +"Of burglar's tools. Why, what's the MATTER with you?" + +Huck sank back, panting gently, but deeply, unutterably grateful. The +Welshman eyed him gravely, curiously--and presently said: + +"Yes, burglar's tools. That appears to relieve you a good deal. But +what did give you that turn? What were YOU expecting we'd found?" + +Huck was in a close place--the inquiring eye was upon him--he would +have given anything for material for a plausible answer--nothing +suggested itself--the inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper--a +senseless reply offered--there was no time to weigh it, so at a venture +he uttered it--feebly: + +"Sunday-school books, maybe." + +Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud +and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, +and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a-man's pocket, +because it cut down the doctor's bill like everything. Then he added: + +"Poor old chap, you're white and jaded--you ain't well a bit--no +wonder you're a little flighty and off your balance. But you'll come +out of it. Rest and sleep will fetch you out all right, I hope." + +Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and betrayed such +a suspicious excitement, for he had dropped the idea that the parcel +brought from the tavern was the treasure, as soon as he had heard the +talk at the widow's stile. He had only thought it was not the treasure, +however--he had not known that it wasn't--and so the suggestion of a +captured bundle was too much for his self-possession. But on the whole +he felt glad the little episode had happened, for now he knew beyond +all question that that bundle was not THE bundle, and so his mind was +at rest and exceedingly comfortable. In fact, everything seemed to be +drifting just in the right direction, now; the treasure must be still +in No. 2, the men would be captured and jailed that day, and he and Tom +could seize the gold that night without any trouble or any fear of +interruption. + +Just as breakfast was completed there was a knock at the door. Huck +jumped for a hiding-place, for he had no mind to be connected even +remotely with the late event. The Welshman admitted several ladies and +gentlemen, among them the Widow Douglas, and noticed that groups of +citizens were climbing up the hill--to stare at the stile. So the news +had spread. The Welshman had to tell the story of the night to the +visitors. The widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken. + +"Don't say a word about it, madam. There's another that you're more +beholden to than you are to me and my boys, maybe, but he don't allow +me to tell his name. We wouldn't have been there but for him." + +Of course this excited a curiosity so vast that it almost belittled +the main matter--but the Welshman allowed it to eat into the vitals of +his visitors, and through them be transmitted to the whole town, for he +refused to part with his secret. When all else had been learned, the +widow said: + +"I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all that +noise. Why didn't you come and wake me?" + +"We judged it warn't worth while. Those fellows warn't likely to come +again--they hadn't any tools left to work with, and what was the use of +waking you up and scaring you to death? My three negro men stood guard +at your house all the rest of the night. They've just come back." + +More visitors came, and the story had to be told and retold for a +couple of hours more. + +There was no Sabbath-school during day-school vacation, but everybody +was early at church. The stirring event was well canvassed. News came +that not a sign of the two villains had been yet discovered. When the +sermon was finished, Judge Thatcher's wife dropped alongside of Mrs. +Harper as she moved down the aisle with the crowd and said: + +"Is my Becky going to sleep all day? I just expected she would be +tired to death." + +"Your Becky?" + +"Yes," with a startled look--"didn't she stay with you last night?" + +"Why, no." + +Mrs. Thatcher turned pale, and sank into a pew, just as Aunt Polly, +talking briskly with a friend, passed by. Aunt Polly said: + +"Good-morning, Mrs. Thatcher. Good-morning, Mrs. Harper. I've got a +boy that's turned up missing. I reckon my Tom stayed at your house last +night--one of you. And now he's afraid to come to church. I've got to +settle with him." + +Mrs. Thatcher shook her head feebly and turned paler than ever. + +"He didn't stay with us," said Mrs. Harper, beginning to look uneasy. +A marked anxiety came into Aunt Polly's face. + +"Joe Harper, have you seen my Tom this morning?" + +"No'm." + +"When did you see him last?" + +Joe tried to remember, but was not sure he could say. The people had +stopped moving out of church. Whispers passed along, and a boding +uneasiness took possession of every countenance. Children were +anxiously questioned, and young teachers. They all said they had not +noticed whether Tom and Becky were on board the ferryboat on the +homeward trip; it was dark; no one thought of inquiring if any one was +missing. One young man finally blurted out his fear that they were +still in the cave! Mrs. Thatcher swooned away. Aunt Polly fell to +crying and wringing her hands. + +The alarm swept from lip to lip, from group to group, from street to +street, and within five minutes the bells were wildly clanging and the +whole town was up! The Cardiff Hill episode sank into instant +insignificance, the burglars were forgotten, horses were saddled, +skiffs were manned, the ferryboat ordered out, and before the horror +was half an hour old, two hundred men were pouring down highroad and +river toward the cave. + +All the long afternoon the village seemed empty and dead. Many women +visited Aunt Polly and Mrs. Thatcher and tried to comfort them. They +cried with them, too, and that was still better than words. All the +tedious night the town waited for news; but when the morning dawned at +last, all the word that came was, "Send more candles--and send food." +Mrs. Thatcher was almost crazed; and Aunt Polly, also. Judge Thatcher +sent messages of hope and encouragement from the cave, but they +conveyed no real cheer. + +The old Welshman came home toward daylight, spattered with +candle-grease, smeared with clay, and almost worn out. He found Huck +still in the bed that had been provided for him, and delirious with +fever. The physicians were all at the cave, so the Widow Douglas came +and took charge of the patient. She said she would do her best by him, +because, whether he was good, bad, or indifferent, he was the Lord's, +and nothing that was the Lord's was a thing to be neglected. The +Welshman said Huck had good spots in him, and the widow said: + +"You can depend on it. That's the Lord's mark. He don't leave it off. +He never does. Puts it somewhere on every creature that comes from his +hands." + +Early in the forenoon parties of jaded men began to straggle into the +village, but the strongest of the citizens continued searching. All the +news that could be gained was that remotenesses of the cavern were +being ransacked that had never been visited before; that every corner +and crevice was going to be thoroughly searched; that wherever one +wandered through the maze of passages, lights were to be seen flitting +hither and thither in the distance, and shoutings and pistol-shots sent +their hollow reverberations to the ear down the sombre aisles. In one +place, far from the section usually traversed by tourists, the names +"BECKY & TOM" had been found traced upon the rocky wall with +candle-smoke, and near at hand a grease-soiled bit of ribbon. Mrs. +Thatcher recognized the ribbon and cried over it. She said it was the +last relic she should ever have of her child; and that no other memorial +of her could ever be so precious, because this one parted latest from +the living body before the awful death came. Some said that now and +then, in the cave, a far-away speck of light would glimmer, and then a +glorious shout would burst forth and a score of men go trooping down the +echoing aisle--and then a sickening disappointment always followed; the +children were not there; it was only a searcher's light. + +Three dreadful days and nights dragged their tedious hours along, and +the village sank into a hopeless stupor. No one had heart for anything. +The accidental discovery, just made, that the proprietor of the +Temperance Tavern kept liquor on his premises, scarcely fluttered the +public pulse, tremendous as the fact was. In a lucid interval, Huck +feebly led up to the subject of taverns, and finally asked--dimly +dreading the worst--if anything had been discovered at the Temperance +Tavern since he had been ill. + +"Yes," said the widow. + +Huck started up in bed, wild-eyed: + +"What? What was it?" + +"Liquor!--and the place has been shut up. Lie down, child--what a turn +you did give me!" + +"Only tell me just one thing--only just one--please! Was it Tom Sawyer +that found it?" + +The widow burst into tears. "Hush, hush, child, hush! I've told you +before, you must NOT talk. You are very, very sick!" + +Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been a great +powwow if it had been the gold. So the treasure was gone forever--gone +forever! But what could she be crying about? Curious that she should +cry. + +These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind, and under the +weariness they gave him he fell asleep. The widow said to herself: + +"There--he's asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity but somebody +could find Tom Sawyer! Ah, there ain't many left, now, that's got hope +enough, or strength enough, either, to go on searching." + + + +CHAPTER XXXI + +NOW to return to Tom and Becky's share in the picnic. They tripped +along the murky aisles with the rest of the company, visiting the +familiar wonders of the cave--wonders dubbed with rather +over-descriptive names, such as "The Drawing-Room," "The Cathedral," +"Aladdin's Palace," and so on. Presently the hide-and-seek frolicking +began, and Tom and Becky engaged in it with zeal until the exertion +began to grow a trifle wearisome; then they wandered down a sinuous +avenue holding their candles aloft and reading the tangled web-work of +names, dates, post-office addresses, and mottoes with which the rocky +walls had been frescoed (in candle-smoke). Still drifting along and +talking, they scarcely noticed that they were now in a part of the cave +whose walls were not frescoed. They smoked their own names under an +overhanging shelf and moved on. Presently they came to a place where a +little stream of water, trickling over a ledge and carrying a limestone +sediment with it, had, in the slow-dragging ages, formed a laced and +ruffled Niagara in gleaming and imperishable stone. Tom squeezed his +small body behind it in order to illuminate it for Becky's +gratification. He found that it curtained a sort of steep natural +stairway which was enclosed between narrow walls, and at once the +ambition to be a discoverer seized him. Becky responded to his call, +and they made a smoke-mark for future guidance, and started upon their +quest. They wound this way and that, far down into the secret depths of +the cave, made another mark, and branched off in search of novelties to +tell the upper world about. In one place they found a spacious cavern, +from whose ceiling depended a multitude of shining stalactites of the +length and circumference of a man's leg; they walked all about it, +wondering and admiring, and presently left it by one of the numerous +passages that opened into it. This shortly brought them to a bewitching +spring, whose basin was incrusted with a frostwork of glittering +crystals; it was in the midst of a cavern whose walls were supported by +many fantastic pillars which had been formed by the joining of great +stalactites and stalagmites together, the result of the ceaseless +water-drip of centuries. Under the roof vast knots of bats had packed +themselves together, thousands in a bunch; the lights disturbed the +creatures and they came flocking down by hundreds, squeaking and +darting furiously at the candles. Tom knew their ways and the danger of +this sort of conduct. He seized Becky's hand and hurried her into the +first corridor that offered; and none too soon, for a bat struck +Becky's light out with its wing while she was passing out of the +cavern. The bats chased the children a good distance; but the fugitives +plunged into every new passage that offered, and at last got rid of the +perilous things. Tom found a subterranean lake, shortly, which +stretched its dim length away until its shape was lost in the shadows. +He wanted to explore its borders, but concluded that it would be best +to sit down and rest awhile, first. Now, for the first time, the deep +stillness of the place laid a clammy hand upon the spirits of the +children. Becky said: + +"Why, I didn't notice, but it seems ever so long since I heard any of +the others." + +"Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them--and I don't know +how far away north, or south, or east, or whichever it is. We couldn't +hear them here." + +Becky grew apprehensive. + +"I wonder how long we've been down here, Tom? We better start back." + +"Yes, I reckon we better. P'raps we better." + +"Can you find the way, Tom? It's all a mixed-up crookedness to me." + +"I reckon I could find it--but then the bats. If they put our candles +out it will be an awful fix. Let's try some other way, so as not to go +through there." + +"Well. But I hope we won't get lost. It would be so awful!" and the +girl shuddered at the thought of the dreadful possibilities. + +They started through a corridor, and traversed it in silence a long +way, glancing at each new opening, to see if there was anything +familiar about the look of it; but they were all strange. Every time +Tom made an examination, Becky would watch his face for an encouraging +sign, and he would say cheerily: + +"Oh, it's all right. This ain't the one, but we'll come to it right +away!" + +But he felt less and less hopeful with each failure, and presently +began to turn off into diverging avenues at sheer random, in desperate +hope of finding the one that was wanted. He still said it was "all +right," but there was such a leaden dread at his heart that the words +had lost their ring and sounded just as if he had said, "All is lost!" +Becky clung to his side in an anguish of fear, and tried hard to keep +back the tears, but they would come. At last she said: + +"Oh, Tom, never mind the bats, let's go back that way! We seem to get +worse and worse off all the time." + +"Listen!" said he. + +Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were +conspicuous in the hush. Tom shouted. The call went echoing down the +empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint sound that +resembled a ripple of mocking laughter. + +"Oh, don't do it again, Tom, it is too horrid," said Becky. + +"It is horrid, but I better, Becky; they might hear us, you know," and +he shouted again. + +The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it +so confessed a perishing hope. The children stood still and listened; +but there was no result. Tom turned upon the back track at once, and +hurried his steps. It was but a little while before a certain +indecision in his manner revealed another fearful fact to Becky--he +could not find his way back! + +"Oh, Tom, you didn't make any marks!" + +"Becky, I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we might want +to come back! No--I can't find the way. It's all mixed up." + +"Tom, Tom, we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out of this awful +place! Oh, why DID we ever leave the others!" + +She sank to the ground and burst into such a frenzy of crying that Tom +was appalled with the idea that she might die, or lose her reason. He +sat down by her and put his arms around her; she buried her face in his +bosom, she clung to him, she poured out her terrors, her unavailing +regrets, and the far echoes turned them all to jeering laughter. Tom +begged her to pluck up hope again, and she said she could not. He fell +to blaming and abusing himself for getting her into this miserable +situation; this had a better effect. She said she would try to hope +again, she would get up and follow wherever he might lead if only he +would not talk like that any more. For he was no more to blame than +she, she said. + +So they moved on again--aimlessly--simply at random--all they could do +was to move, keep moving. For a little while, hope made a show of +reviving--not with any reason to back it, but only because it is its +nature to revive when the spring has not been taken out of it by age +and familiarity with failure. + +By-and-by Tom took Becky's candle and blew it out. This economy meant +so much! Words were not needed. Becky understood, and her hope died +again. She knew that Tom had a whole candle and three or four pieces in +his pockets--yet he must economize. + +By-and-by, fatigue began to assert its claims; the children tried to +pay attention, for it was dreadful to think of sitting down when time +was grown to be so precious, moving, in some direction, in any +direction, was at least progress and might bear fruit; but to sit down +was to invite death and shorten its pursuit. + +At last Becky's frail limbs refused to carry her farther. She sat +down. Tom rested with her, and they talked of home, and the friends +there, and the comfortable beds and, above all, the light! Becky cried, +and Tom tried to think of some way of comforting her, but all his +encouragements were grown threadbare with use, and sounded like +sarcasms. Fatigue bore so heavily upon Becky that she drowsed off to +sleep. Tom was grateful. He sat looking into her drawn face and saw it +grow smooth and natural under the influence of pleasant dreams; and +by-and-by a smile dawned and rested there. The peaceful face reflected +somewhat of peace and healing into his own spirit, and his thoughts +wandered away to bygone times and dreamy memories. While he was deep in +his musings, Becky woke up with a breezy little laugh--but it was +stricken dead upon her lips, and a groan followed it. + +"Oh, how COULD I sleep! I wish I never, never had waked! No! No, I +don't, Tom! Don't look so! I won't say it again." + +"I'm glad you've slept, Becky; you'll feel rested, now, and we'll find +the way out." + +"We can try, Tom; but I've seen such a beautiful country in my dream. +I reckon we are going there." + +"Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying." + +They rose up and wandered along, hand in hand and hopeless. They tried +to estimate how long they had been in the cave, but all they knew was +that it seemed days and weeks, and yet it was plain that this could not +be, for their candles were not gone yet. A long time after this--they +could not tell how long--Tom said they must go softly and listen for +dripping water--they must find a spring. They found one presently, and +Tom said it was time to rest again. Both were cruelly tired, yet Becky +said she thought she could go a little farther. She was surprised to +hear Tom dissent. She could not understand it. They sat down, and Tom +fastened his candle to the wall in front of them with some clay. +Thought was soon busy; nothing was said for some time. Then Becky broke +the silence: + +"Tom, I am so hungry!" + +Tom took something out of his pocket. + +"Do you remember this?" said he. + +Becky almost smiled. + +"It's our wedding-cake, Tom." + +"Yes--I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it's all we've got." + +"I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on, Tom, the way grown-up +people do with wedding-cake--but it'll be our--" + +She dropped the sentence where it was. Tom divided the cake and Becky +ate with good appetite, while Tom nibbled at his moiety. There was +abundance of cold water to finish the feast with. By-and-by Becky +suggested that they move on again. Tom was silent a moment. Then he +said: + +"Becky, can you bear it if I tell you something?" + +Becky's face paled, but she thought she could. + +"Well, then, Becky, we must stay here, where there's water to drink. +That little piece is our last candle!" + +Becky gave loose to tears and wailings. Tom did what he could to +comfort her, but with little effect. At length Becky said: + +"Tom!" + +"Well, Becky?" + +"They'll miss us and hunt for us!" + +"Yes, they will! Certainly they will!" + +"Maybe they're hunting for us now, Tom." + +"Why, I reckon maybe they are. I hope they are." + +"When would they miss us, Tom?" + +"When they get back to the boat, I reckon." + +"Tom, it might be dark then--would they notice we hadn't come?" + +"I don't know. But anyway, your mother would miss you as soon as they +got home." + +A frightened look in Becky's face brought Tom to his senses and he saw +that he had made a blunder. Becky was not to have gone home that night! +The children became silent and thoughtful. In a moment a new burst of +grief from Becky showed Tom that the thing in his mind had struck hers +also--that the Sabbath morning might be half spent before Mrs. Thatcher +discovered that Becky was not at Mrs. Harper's. + +The children fastened their eyes upon their bit of candle and watched +it melt slowly and pitilessly away; saw the half inch of wick stand +alone at last; saw the feeble flame rise and fall, climb the thin +column of smoke, linger at its top a moment, and then--the horror of +utter darkness reigned! + +How long afterward it was that Becky came to a slow consciousness that +she was crying in Tom's arms, neither could tell. All that they knew +was, that after what seemed a mighty stretch of time, both awoke out of +a dead stupor of sleep and resumed their miseries once more. Tom said +it might be Sunday, now--maybe Monday. He tried to get Becky to talk, +but her sorrows were too oppressive, all her hopes were gone. Tom said +that they must have been missed long ago, and no doubt the search was +going on. He would shout and maybe some one would come. He tried it; +but in the darkness the distant echoes sounded so hideously that he +tried it no more. + +The hours wasted away, and hunger came to torment the captives again. +A portion of Tom's half of the cake was left; they divided and ate it. +But they seemed hungrier than before. The poor morsel of food only +whetted desire. + +By-and-by Tom said: + +"SH! Did you hear that?" + +Both held their breath and listened. There was a sound like the +faintest, far-off shout. Instantly Tom answered it, and leading Becky +by the hand, started groping down the corridor in its direction. +Presently he listened again; again the sound was heard, and apparently +a little nearer. + +"It's them!" said Tom; "they're coming! Come along, Becky--we're all +right now!" + +The joy of the prisoners was almost overwhelming. Their speed was +slow, however, because pitfalls were somewhat common, and had to be +guarded against. They shortly came to one and had to stop. It might be +three feet deep, it might be a hundred--there was no passing it at any +rate. Tom got down on his breast and reached as far down as he could. +No bottom. They must stay there and wait until the searchers came. They +listened; evidently the distant shoutings were growing more distant! a +moment or two more and they had gone altogether. The heart-sinking +misery of it! Tom whooped until he was hoarse, but it was of no use. He +talked hopefully to Becky; but an age of anxious waiting passed and no +sounds came again. + +The children groped their way back to the spring. The weary time +dragged on; they slept again, and awoke famished and woe-stricken. Tom +believed it must be Tuesday by this time. + +Now an idea struck him. There were some side passages near at hand. It +would be better to explore some of these than bear the weight of the +heavy time in idleness. He took a kite-line from his pocket, tied it to +a projection, and he and Becky started, Tom in the lead, unwinding the +line as he groped along. At the end of twenty steps the corridor ended +in a "jumping-off place." Tom got down on his knees and felt below, and +then as far around the corner as he could reach with his hands +conveniently; he made an effort to stretch yet a little farther to the +right, and at that moment, not twenty yards away, a human hand, holding +a candle, appeared from behind a rock! Tom lifted up a glorious shout, +and instantly that hand was followed by the body it belonged to--Injun +Joe's! Tom was paralyzed; he could not move. He was vastly gratified +the next moment, to see the "Spaniard" take to his heels and get +himself out of sight. Tom wondered that Joe had not recognized his +voice and come over and killed him for testifying in court. But the +echoes must have disguised the voice. Without doubt, that was it, he +reasoned. Tom's fright weakened every muscle in his body. He said to +himself that if he had strength enough to get back to the spring he +would stay there, and nothing should tempt him to run the risk of +meeting Injun Joe again. He was careful to keep from Becky what it was +he had seen. He told her he had only shouted "for luck." + +But hunger and wretchedness rise superior to fears in the long run. +Another tedious wait at the spring and another long sleep brought +changes. The children awoke tortured with a raging hunger. Tom believed +that it must be Wednesday or Thursday or even Friday or Saturday, now, +and that the search had been given over. He proposed to explore another +passage. He felt willing to risk Injun Joe and all other terrors. But +Becky was very weak. She had sunk into a dreary apathy and would not be +roused. She said she would wait, now, where she was, and die--it would +not be long. She told Tom to go with the kite-line and explore if he +chose; but she implored him to come back every little while and speak +to her; and she made him promise that when the awful time came, he +would stay by her and hold her hand until all was over. + +Tom kissed her, with a choking sensation in his throat, and made a +show of being confident of finding the searchers or an escape from the +cave; then he took the kite-line in his hand and went groping down one +of the passages on his hands and knees, distressed with hunger and sick +with bodings of coming doom. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 7. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 7199.txt or 7199.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7199/ + +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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