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1The two boys flew on and on, toward the village, speechless with horror. They glanced backward over their shoulders from
2time to time, apprehensively, as if they feared they might be followed. Every stump that started up in their path seemed
3a man and an enemy, and made them catch their breath; and as they sped by some outlying cottages that lay near the
4village, the barking of the aroused watch-dogs seemed to give wings to their feet. "If we can only get to the old
5tannery before we break down!" whispered Tom, in short catches between breaths. "I can't stand it much longer."
6Huckleberry's hard pantings were his only reply, and the boys fixed their eyes on the goal of their hopes and bent to
7their work to win it. They gained steadily on it, and at last, breast to breast, they burst through the open door and
8fell grateful and exhausted in the sheltering shadows beyond. By and by their pulses slowed down, and Tom whispered:
9"Huckleberry, what do you reckon'll come of this?" "If Doctor Robinson dies, I reckon hanging'll come of it." "Do you
10though?" "Why, I know it, Tom." Tom thought a while, then he said: "Who'll tell? We?" "What are you talking about?
11S'pose something happened and Injun Joe didn't hang? Why, he'd kill us some time or other, just as dead sure as we're a
12laying here." "That's just what I was thinking to myself, Huck." "If anybody tells, let Muff Potter do it, if he's fool
13enough. He's generally drunk enough." Tom said nothing--went on thinking. Presently he whispered: "Huck, Muff Potter
14don'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
15done it. D'you reckon he could see anything? D'you reckon he knowed anything?" "By hokey, that's so, Tom!" "And besides,
16look-a-here--maybe that whack done for him!" "No, 'taint likely, Tom. He had liquor in him; I could see that; and
17besides, he always has. Well, when pap's full, you might take and belt him over the head with a church and you couldn't
18phase him. He says so, his own self. So it's the same with Muff Potter, of course. But if a man was dead sober, I reckon
19maybe that whack might fetch him; I dono." After another reflective silence, Tom said: "Hucky, you sure you can keep
20mum?" "Tom, we got to keep mum. You know that. That Injun devil wouldn't make any more of drownding us than a couple of
21cats, if we was to squeak 'bout this and they didn't hang him. Now, look-a-here, Tom, less take and swear to one
22another--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
23swear that we--" "Oh no, that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for little rubbishy common things--specially with
24gals, cuz they go back on you anyway, and blab if they get in a huff--but there orter be writing 'bout a big thing like
25this. And blood." Tom's whole being applauded this idea. It was deep, and dark, and awful; the hour, the circumstances,
26the surroundings, were in keeping with it. He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moon-light, took a little
27fragment of "red keel" out of his pocket, got the moon on his work, and painfully scrawled these lines, emphasizing each
28slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes. "Huck Finn and
29Tom Sawyer swears they will keep mum about This and They wish They may Drop down dead in Their Tracks if They ever Tell
30and Rot." Huckleberry was filled with admiration of Tom's facility in writing, and the sublimity of his language. He at
31once took a pin from his lapel and was going to prick his flesh, but Tom said: "Hold on! Don't do that. A pin's brass.
32It might have verdigrease on it." "What's verdigrease?" "It's p'ison. That's what it is. You just swaller some of it
33once--you'll see." So Tom unwound the thread from one of his needles, and each boy pricked the ball of his thumb and
34squeezed out a drop of blood. In time, after many squeezes, Tom managed to sign his initials, using the ball of his
35little finger for a pen. Then he showed Huckleberry how to make an H and an F, and the oath was complete. They buried
36the shingle close to the wall, with some dismal ceremonies and incantations, and the fetters that bound their tongues
37were considered to be locked and the key thrown away. A figure crept stealthily through a break in the other end of the
38ruined building, now, but they did not notice it. "Tom," whispered Huckleberry, "does this keep us from ever
39telling--always?" "Of course it does. It don't make any difference what happens, we got to keep mum. We'd drop down
40dead--don't you know that?" "Yes, I reckon that's so." They continued to whisper for some little time. Presently a dog
41set up a long, lugubrious howl just outside--within ten feet of them. The boys clasped each other suddenly, in an agony
42of fright. "Which of us does he mean?" gasped Huckleberry. "I dono--peep through the crack. Quick!" "No, you, Tom!" "I
43can't--I can't do it, Huck!" "Please, Tom. There 'tis again!" "Oh, lordy, I'm thankful!" whispered Tom. "I know his
44voice. It's Bull Harbison." [ If Mr. Harbison owned a slave named Bull, Tom would have spoken of him as "Harbison's
45Bull," but a son or a dog of that name was "Bull Harbison."] "Oh, that's good--I tell you, Tom, I was most scared to
46death; I'd a bet anything it was a stray dog." The dog howled again. The boys' hearts sank once more. "Oh, my! that
47ain't no Bull Harbison!" whispered Huckleberry. "Do, Tom!" Tom, quaking with fear, yielded, and put his eye to the
48crack. His whisper was hardly audible when he said: "Oh, Huck, it's a stray dog!" "Quick, Tom, quick! Who does he mean?"
49"Huck, he must mean us both--we're right together." "Oh, Tom, I reckon we're goners. I reckon there ain't no mistake
50'bout where I'll go to. I been so wicked." "Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything a feller's
51told not to do. I might a been good, like Sid, if I'd a tried--but no, I wouldn't, of course. But if ever I get off this
52time, I lay I'll just waller in Sunday-schools!" And Tom began to snuffle a little. "You bad!" and Huckleberry began to
53snuffle too. "Consound it, Tom Sawyer, you're just old pie, 'long-side o' what I am. Oh, lordy, lordy, lordy, I wisht I
54only had half your chance." Tom choked off and whispered: "Look, Hucky, look! He's got his back to us!" Hucky looked,
55with joy in his heart. "Well, he has, by jingoes! Did he before?" "Yes, he did. But I, like a fool, never thought. Oh,
56this is bully, you know. Now who can he mean?" The howling stopped. Tom pricked up his ears. "Sh! What's that?" he
57whispered. "Sounds like--like hogs grunting. No--it's somebody snoring, Tom." "That is it! Where 'bouts is it, Huck?" "I
58bleeve it's down at 'tother end. Sounds so, anyway. Pap used to sleep there, sometimes, 'long with the hogs, but laws
59bless you, he just lifts things when he snores. Besides, I reckon he ain't ever coming back to this town any more." The
60spirit 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.
61Tom, s'pose it's Injun Joe!" Tom quailed. But presently the temptation rose up strong again and the boys agreed to try,
62with the understanding that they would take to their heels if the snoring stopped. So they went tiptoeing stealthily
63down, the one behind the other. When they had got to within five steps of the snorer, Tom stepped on a stick, and it
64broke with a sharp snap. The man moaned, writhed a little, and his face came into the moonlight. It was Muff Potter. The
65boys' hearts had stood still, and their hopes too, when the man moved, but their fears passed away now. They tip-toed
66out, through the broken weather-boarding, and stopped at a little distance to exchange a parting word. That long,
67lugubrious howl rose on the night air again! They turned and saw the strange dog standing within a few feet of where
68Potter was lying, and facing Potter, with his nose pointing heavenward. "Oh, geeminy, it's him!" exclaimed both boys, in
69a breath. "Say, Tom--they say a stray dog come howling around Johnny Miller's house, 'bout midnight, as much as two
70weeks ago; and a whippoorwill come in and lit on the banisters and sung, the very same evening; and there ain't anybody
71dead there yet."
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