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1The lawyer and him shook hands, and the lawyer smiled and looked pleased, and they talked right along awhile, and then
2got to one side and talked low; and at last the lawyer speaks up and says: "That'll fix it. I'll take the order and send
3it, along with your brother's, and then they'll know it's all right." So they got some paper and a pen, and the king he
4set down and twisted his head to one side, and chawed his tongue, and scrawled off something; and then they give the pen
5to the duke--and then for the first time the duke looked sick. But he took the pen and wrote. So then the lawyer turns
6to the new old gentleman and says: "You and your brother please write a line or two and sign your names." The old
7gentleman wrote, but nobody couldn't read it. The lawyer looked powerful astonished, and says: "Well, it beats me"--and
8snaked a lot of old letters out of his pocket, and examined them, and then examined the old man's writing, and then them
9again; and then says: "These old letters is from Harvey Wilks; and here's these two handwritings, and anybody can see
10they didn't write them" (the king and the duke looked sold and foolish, I tell you, to see how the lawyer had took them
11in), "and here's this old gentleman's hand writing, and anybody can tell, easy enough, he didn't write them--fact is,
12the scratches he makes ain't properly writing at all. Now, here's some letters from--" The new old gentleman says: "If
13you please, let me explain. Nobody can read my hand but my brother there--so he copies for me. It's his hand you've got
14there, not mine." "Well!" says the lawyer, "this is a state of things. I've got some of William's letters, too; so if
15you'll get him to write a line or so we can com--" "He can't write with his left hand," says the old gentleman. "If he
16could use his right hand, you would see that he wrote his own letters and mine too. Look at both, please--they're by the
17same hand." The lawyer done it, and says: "I believe it's so--and if it ain't so, there's a heap stronger resemblance
18than I'd noticed before, anyway. Well, well, well! I thought we was right on the track of a solution, but it's gone to
19grass, partly. But anyway, one thing is proved--these two ain't either of 'em Wilkses"--and he wagged his head towards
20the king and the duke. Well, what do you think? That muleheaded old fool wouldn't give in then! Indeed he wouldn't. Said
21it warn't no fair test. Said his brother William was the cussedest joker in the world, and hadn't tried to write--he see
22William was going to play one of his jokes the minute he put the pen to paper. And so he warmed up and went warbling and
23warbling right along till he was actuly beginning to believe what he was saying himself; but pretty soon the new
24gentleman broke in, and says: "I've thought of something. Is there anybody here that helped to lay out my br--helped to
25lay out the late Peter Wilks for burying?" "Yes," says somebody, "me and Ab Turner done it. We're both here." Then the
26old man turns towards the king, and says: "Perhaps this gentleman can tell me what was tattooed on his breast?" Blamed
27if the king didn't have to brace up mighty quick, or he'd a squshed down like a bluff bank that the river has cut under,
28it took him so sudden; and, mind you, it was a thing that was calculated to make most anybody sqush to get fetched such
29a solid one as that without any notice, because how was he going to know what was tattooed on the man? He whitened a
30little; he couldn't help it; and it was mighty still in there, and everybody bending a little forwards and gazing at
31him. Says I to myself, Now he'll throw up the sponge--there ain't no more use. Well, did he? A body can't hardly believe
32it, but he didn't. I reckon he thought he'd keep the thing up till he tired them people out, so they'd thin out, and him
33and the duke could break loose and get away. Anyway, he set there, and pretty soon he begun to smile, and says: "Mf!
34It's a very tough question, ain't it! Yes, sir, I k'n tell you what's tattooed on his breast. It's jest a small, thin,
35blue arrow--that's what it is; and if you don't look clost, you can't see it. Now what do you say--hey?" Well, I never
36see anything like that old blister for clean out-and-out cheek. The new old gentleman turns brisk towards Ab Turner and
37his pard, and his eye lights up like he judged he'd got the king this time, and says: "There--you've heard what he said!
38Was there any such mark on Peter Wilks' breast?" Both of them spoke up and says: "We didn't see no such mark." "Good!"
39says the old gentleman. "Now, what you did see on his breast was a small dim P, and a B (which is an initial he dropped
40when he was young), and a W, with dashes between them, so: P--B--W"--and he marked them that way on a piece of paper.
41"Come, ain't that what you saw?" Both of them spoke up again, and says: "No, we didn't. We never seen any marks at all."
42Well, everybody was in a state of mind now, and they sings out: "The whole bilin' of 'm 's frauds! Le's duck 'em! le's
43drown 'em! le's ride 'em on a rail!" and everybody was whooping at once, and there was a rattling powwow. But the lawyer
44he jumps on the table and yells, and says: "Gentlemen--gentlemen! Hear me just a word--just a single word--if you
45PLEASE! There's one way yet--let's go and dig up the corpse and look." That took them. "Hooray!" they all shouted, and
46was starting right off; but the lawyer and the doctor sung out: "Hold on, hold on! Collar all these four men and the
47boy, and fetch them along, too!" "We'll do it!" they all shouted; "and if we don't find them marks we'll lynch the whole
48gang!" I was scared, now, I tell you. But there warn't no getting away, you know. They gripped us all, and marched us
49right along, straight for the graveyard, which was a mile and a half down the river, and the whole town at our heels,
50for we made noise enough, and it was only nine in the evening. As we went by our house I wished I hadn't sent Mary Jane
51out of town; because now if I could tip her the wink she'd light out and save me, and blow on our dead-beats. Well, we
52swarmed along down the river road, just carrying on like wildcats; and to make it more scary the sky was darking up, and
53the lightning beginning to wink and flitter, and the wind to shiver amongst the leaves. This was the most awful trouble
54and most dangersome I ever was in; and I was kinder stunned; everything was going so different from what I had allowed
55for; stead of being fixed so I could take my own time if I wanted to, and see all the fun, and have Mary Jane at my back
56to save me and set me free when the close-fit come, here was nothing in the world betwixt me and sudden death but just
57them tattoo-marks. If they didn't find them-- I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think
58about nothing else. It got darker and darker, and it was a beautiful time to give the crowd the slip; but that big husky
59had me by the wrist--Hines--and a body might as well try to give Goliar the slip. He dragged me right along, he was so
60excited, and I had to run to keep up. When they got there they swarmed into the graveyard and washed over it like an
61overflow. And when they got to the grave they found they had about a hundred times as many shovels as they wanted, but
62nobody hadn't thought to fetch a lantern. But they sailed into digging anyway by the flicker of the lightning, and sent
63a man to the nearest house, a half a mile off, to borrow one.
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