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  CHAPTER X

  THE two boys flew on and on, toward the village, speechless withhorror. They glanced backward over their shoulders from time to time,apprehensively, as if they feared they might be followed. Every stumpthat started up in their path seemed a man and an enemy, and made themcatch their breath; and as they sped by some outlying cottages that laynear the village, the barking of the aroused watch-dogs seemed to givewings to their feet.

  "If we can only get to the old tannery before we break down!" whisperedTom, in short catches between breaths. "I can't stand it much longer."

  Huckleberry's hard pantings were his only reply, and the boys fixedtheir eyes on the goal of their hopes and bent to their work to win it.They gained steadily on it, and at last, breast to breast, they burstthrough the open door and fell grateful and exhausted in the shelteringshadows beyond. By and by their pulses slowed down, and Tom whispered:

  "Huckleberry, what do you reckon'll come of this?"

  "If Doctor Robinson dies, I reckon hanging'll come of it."

  "Do you though?"

  "Why, I _know_ it, Tom."

  Tom thought a while, then he said:

  "Who'll tell? We?"

  "What are you talking about? S'pose something happened and Injun Joe_didn't_ hang? Why, he'd kill us some time or other, just as dead sureas we're a laying here."

  "That's just what I was thinking to myself, Huck."

  "If anybody tells, let Muff Potter do it, if he's fool enough. He'sgenerally drunk enough."

  Tom said nothing--went on thinking. Presently he whispered:

  "Huck, Muff Potter don't know it. How can he tell?"

  "What's the reason he don't know it?"

  "Because he'd just got that whack when Injun Joe done it. D'you reckonhe could see anything? D'you reckon he knowed anything?"

  "By hokey, that's so, Tom!"

  "And besides, look-a-here--maybe that whack done for _him_!"

  "No, 'taint likely, Tom. He had liquor in him; I could see that; andbesides, he always has. Well, when pap's full, you might take and belthim over the head with a church and you couldn't phase him. He says so,his own self. So it's the same with Muff Potter, of course. But if a manwas dead sober, I reckon maybe that whack might fetch him; I dono."

  After another reflective silence, Tom said:

  "Hucky, you sure you can keep mum?"

  "Tom, we _got_ to keep mum. You know that. That Injun devil wouldn'tmake any more of drownding us than a couple of cats, if we was to squeak'bout this and they didn't hang him. Now, look-a-here, Tom, less takeand swear to one another--that's what we got to do--swear to keep mum."

  "I'm agreed. It's the best thing. Would you just hold hands and swearthat we--"

  "Oh no, that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for littlerubbishy common things--specially with gals, cuz _they_ go back on youanyway, and blab if they get in a huff--but there orter be writing 'bouta big thing like this. And blood."

  Tom's whole being applauded this idea. It was deep, and dark, and awful;the hour, the circumstances, the surroundings, were in keeping with it.He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moon-light, took alittle fragment of "red keel" out of his pocket, got the moon onhis work, and painfully scrawled these lines, emphasizing each slowdown-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up thepressure on the up-strokes. [See next page.]

  "Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer swears they will keep mum about This and Theywish They may Drop down dead in Their Tracks if They ever Tell and Rot."

  Huckleberry was filled with admiration of Tom's facility in writing, andthe sublimity of his language. He at once took a pin from his lapel andwas going to prick his flesh, but Tom said:

  "Hold on! Don't do that. A pin's brass. It might have verdigrease onit."

  "What's verdigrease?"

  "It's p'ison. That's what it is. You just swaller some of it once--you'llsee."

  So Tom unwound the thread from one of his needles, and each boy prickedthe ball of his thumb and squeezed out a drop of blood. In time, aftermany squeezes, Tom managed to sign his initials, using the ball of hislittle finger for a pen. Then he showed Huckleberry how to make an H andan F, and the oath was complete. They buried the shingle close to thewall, with some dismal ceremonies and incantations, and the fettersthat bound their tongues were considered to be locked and the key thrownaway.

  A figure crept stealthily through a break in the other end of the ruinedbuilding, now, but they did not notice it.

  "Tom," whispered Huckleberry, "does this keep us from _ever_telling--_always_?"

  "Of course it does. It don't make any difference _what_ happens, we gotto keep mum. We'd drop down dead--don't _you_ know that?"

  "Yes, I reckon that's so."

  They continued to whisper for some little time. Presently a dog set upa long, lugubrious howl just outside--within ten feet of them. The boysclasped each other suddenly, in an agony of fright.

  "Which of us does he mean?" gasped Huckleberry.

  "I dono--peep through the crack. Quick!"

  "No, _you_, Tom!"

  "I can't--I can't _do_ it, Huck!"

  "Please, Tom. There 'tis again!"

  "Oh, lordy, I'm thankful!" whispered Tom. "I know his voice. It's BullHarbison." *

  [* If Mr. Harbison owned a slave named Bull, Tom would have spoken ofhim as "Harbison's Bull," but a son or a dog of that name was "BullHarbison."]

  "Oh, that's good--I tell you, Tom, I was most scared to death; I'd a betanything it was a _stray_ dog."

  The dog howled again. The boys' hearts sank once more.

  "Oh, my! that ain't no Bull Harbison!" whispered Huckleberry. "_Do_,Tom!"

  Tom, quaking with fear, yielded, and put his eye to the crack. Hiswhisper was hardly audible when he said:

  "Oh, Huck, _its a stray dog_!"

  "Quick, Tom, quick! Who does he mean?"

  "Huck, he must mean us both--we're right together."

  "Oh, Tom, I reckon we're goners. I reckon there ain't no mistake 'boutwhere _I'll_ go to. I been so wicked."

  "Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything afeller's told _not_ to do. I might a been good, like Sid, if I'd atried--but no, I wouldn't, of course. But if ever I get off this time,I lay I'll just _waller_ in Sunday-schools!" And Tom began to snuffle alittle.

  "_You_ bad!" and Huckleberry began to snuffle too. "Consound it, TomSawyer, you're just old pie, 'long-side o' what I am. Oh, _lordy_,lordy, lordy, I wisht I only had half your chance."

  Tom choked off and whispered:

  "Look, Hucky, look! He's got his _back_ to us!"

  Hucky looked, with joy in his heart.

  "Well, he has, by jingoes! Did he before?"

  "Yes, he did. But I, like a fool, never thought. Oh, this is bully, youknow. _Now_ who can he mean?"

  The howling stopped. Tom pricked up his ears.

  "Sh! What's that?" he whispered.

  "Sounds like--like hogs grunting. No--it's somebody snoring, Tom."

  "That _is_ it! Where 'bouts is it, Huck?"

  "I bleeve it's down at 'tother end. Sounds so, anyway. Pap used to sleepthere, sometimes, 'long with the hogs, but laws bless you, he just liftsthings when _he_ snores. Besides, I reckon he ain't ever coming back tothis town any more."

  The spirit of adventure rose in the boys' souls once more.

  "Hucky, do you das't to go if I lead?"

  "I don't like to, much. Tom, s'pose it's Injun Joe!"

  Tom quailed. But presently the temptation rose up strong again and theboys agreed to try, with the understanding that they would take to theirheels if the snoring stopped. So they went tiptoeing stealthily down,the one behind the other. When they had got to within five steps of thesnorer, Tom stepped on a stick, and it broke with a sharp snap. The manmoaned, writhed a little, and his face came into the moonlight. It wasMuff Potter. The boys' hearts had stood still, and their hopes too,when the man moved, but their fears passed away now. They tip-toed out,through the broken w
eather-boarding, and stopped at a little distanceto exchange a parting word. That long, lugubrious howl rose on the nightair again! They turned and saw the strange dog standing within a fewfeet of where Potter was lying, and _facing_ Potter, with his nosepointing heavenward.

  "Oh, geeminy, it's _him_!" exclaimed both boys, in a breath.

  "Say, Tom--they say a stray dog come howling around Johnny Miller'shouse, 'bout midnight, as much as two weeks ago; and a whippoorwill comein and lit on the banisters and sung, the very same evening; and thereain't anybody dead there yet."

  "Well, I know that. And suppose there ain't. Didn't Gracie Miller fallin the kitchen fire and burn herself terrible the very next Saturday?"

  "Yes, but she ain't _dead_. And what's more, she's getting better, too."

  "All right, you wait and see. She's a goner, just as dead sure as MuffPotter's a goner. That's what the niggers say, and they know all aboutthese kind of things, Huck."

  Then they separated, cogitating. When Tom crept in at his bedroom windowthe night was almost spent. He undressed with excessive caution, andfell asleep congratulating himself that nobody knew of his escapade. Hewas not aware that the gently-snoring Sid was awake, and had been so foran hour.

  When Tom awoke, Sid was dressed and gone. There was a late look in thelight, a late sense in the atmosphere. He was startled. Why had he notbeen called--persecuted till he was up, as usual? The thought filledhim with bodings. Within five minutes he was dressed and down-stairs,feeling sore and drowsy. The family were still at table, but they hadfinished breakfast. There was no voice of rebuke; but there were avertedeyes; there was a silence and an air of solemnity that struck a chillto the culprit's heart. He sat down and tried to seem gay, but itwas up-hill work; it roused no smile, no response, and he lapsed intosilence and let his heart sink down to the depths.

  After breakfast his aunt took him aside, and Tom almost brightened inthe hope that he was going to be flogged; but it was not so. His auntwept over him and asked him how he could go and break her old heart so;and finally told him to go on, and ruin himself and bring her gray hairswith sorrow to the grave, for it was no use for her to try any more.This was worse than a thousand whippings, and Tom's heart was sorer nowthan his body. He cried, he pleaded for forgiveness, promised to reformover and over again, and then received his dismissal, feeling thathe had won but an imperfect forgiveness and established but a feebleconfidence.

  He left the presence too miserable to even feel revengeful towardSid; and so the latter's prompt retreat through the back gate wasunnecessary. He moped to school gloomy and sad, and took his flogging,along with Joe Harper, for playing hookey the day before, with theair of one whose heart was busy with heavier woes and wholly dead totrifles. Then he betook himself to his seat, rested his elbows on hisdesk and his jaws in his hands, and stared at the wall with the stonystare of suffering that has reached the limit and can no further go.His elbow was pressing against some hard substance. After a long timehe slowly and sadly changed his position, and took up this object witha sigh. It was in a paper. He unrolled it. A long, lingering, colossalsigh followed, and his heart broke. It was his brass andiron knob!

  This final feather broke the camel's back.