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Chapter twenty seven. Trembling on thetrail, the adventure of the day mightily
tormented Tom's dreams. That night,four times he had his hands on that
rich treasure, and four times itwasted to nothingness in his fingers as sleep
forsook him and wakefulness brought back thehard reality of his misfortune. As he
(00:23):
lay in the early morning recalling theincidents of his great adventure, he noticed
that they seemed curiously subdued and faraway, somewhat as if they had happened
in another world or in a timelong gone by. Then it occurred to
him that the great Adventure itself mustbe a dream. There was one very
strong argument in favor of this idea, namely that the quantity of coin he
(00:45):
had seen was too vast to bereal. He had never seen as much
as fifty dollars in one mass before, and he was like all boys of
his age and station in life inthat he imagined that all references to hundreds
and thousands were mere fanciful forms ofspeech, and that no such sums really
existed in the world. He neverhad supposed for a moment that so large
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a sum as a hundred dollars wasto be found in actual money in any
one's possession. If his notions ofhidden treasure had been analyzed, they would
have been found to consist of ahandful of real dimes and a bushel of
vague, splendid, ungraspable dollars.But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly
sharper and clearer under the attrition ofthinking them over, And so he presently
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found himself leaning to the impression thatthe thing might not have been a dream.
After all, this uncertainty must beswept away. He would snatch a
hurried breakfast and go and find Huck. Huck was sitting on the gunwil of
a flat boat, listlessly, danglinghis feet in the water and looking very
melancholy. Tom concluded to let Hucklead up to the subject. If he
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did not do it, then theadventure would be proved to have been only
a dream. Hello Huck, Helloyourself. Silence for a minute, Tom.
If we'd a left the blamed toolsat the dead tree, we'd a
got the money. Oh, ain'tit awful? Tain't a dream? Then?
Tain't a dream? Somehow? Imost wish it was dogged. If
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I don't Huck, what ain't adream? Oh that thing yesterday, I've
been half thinking it was dream.If them stairs hadn't broke down, you'd
a seen how much dream it was. I've had dreams enough all night with
that patch eyed Spanish devil going forme, all through him. Rot him,
no, not rot him, findhim? Track the money. Tom
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will never find him. A fellerdon't have only one chance for such a
pile, and that one's lost.I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to
see him anyway. Well, so'di. But I'd like to see him
anyway. Track him out to hisnumber two number two. Yes, that's
it. I've been thinking about that, but I can't make nothing out of
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it. What do you reckon itis? I don't know. It's too
deep, say Huck. Maybe it'sthe number of a house. Goody,
No, Tom, that ain't it. If it is, it ain't in
this one horse town. There ain'tno numbers here. Well that's so let
me think a minute. Here,it's the number of a room in a
tavern, you know. Oh that'sthe trick. They ain't only two taverns.
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We can find out quick. Youstay here, Huck, till I
come Tom was off at once.He did not care to have Huck's company
in public places. He was gonehalf an hour. He found that in
the best tavern, number two hadlong been occupied by a young lawyer,
and was still so occupied. Inthe less ostentatious house, Number two was
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a mystery. The tavern keeper's youngson said it was kept locked all the
time, and he never saw anybodygo into it or come out of it,
except at night. He did notknow any particular reason for this state
of things. Had had some littlecuriosity, but it was rather feeble.
Had made the most of the mysteryby an entertaining himself with the idea that
the room was haunted. Had noticedthat there was a light in there the
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night before. That's what I've foundout, Huck. I reckon, that's
the very number two. Whereafter Ireckon it is Tom. Now, what
you're going to do? Let methink. Tom thought a long time.
Then he said, I'll tell you. The back door of that number two
is the door that comes out intothe little close alley between the tavern and
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the old rattletrap of a brick store. Now you get hold of all the
door keys you can find, andI'll nip all of aunties and the first
dark night, we'll go there andtry him. And mind you keep a
lookout for injun Joe, because hesaid he was going to drop into town
and spy around once more for achance to get his revenge. If you
see him, you just follow him. And if he don't go to that
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number two, that ain't the place, Lordy, I don't want to follow
him by myself. Why it'll bea night. Sure he mightn't ever see
you, and if he did,maybe he'd never think anything. Well,
if it's pretty dark, I reckonI'll track him. I don't know,
I don't know. I'll try.You bet I'll follow him if it's dark,
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Huck, why he might have foundthe out he couldn't get his revenge
and and be going right after thatmoney. It's so, Tom, it's
so, I'll follow him. Iwill buy jingos. Now you're talking.
Don't you ever weaken? Huck?And I won't. End of Chapter twenty
seven, Chapter twenty eight. Inthe lair of Injun Joe. That night,
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Tom and Huck were ready for theiradventure. 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 leftthe tavern door. The night promised to
be a fair one, so Tomwent home with the understanding that if a
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considerable degree of darkness came on,Huck was to come and mow, whereupon
he would slip out and by thekeys. But the night remained clear,
and Huck closed his watch and retiredto bed in an empty sugar hogshead.
About twelve Tuesday. The boys hadthe same ill luck also Wednesday, but
Thursday night promised better. Tom slippedout in good season with his aunt's old
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tin lantern and a large towel toblindfold it with. He hid the lantern
and Huck's sugar hogshead, and thewatch 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 entered or left the alley.
Everything was auspicious. The blackness ofdarkness reigned. The perfect stillness was interrupted
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only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder. Tom got his lantern lit it in
the hogshead, wrapped it closely inthe 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 wasa season of waiting anxiety that weighed upon
Huck spirits like a mountain. Hebegan to wish he could see a flash
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from the lantern. It would frightenhim, but it would at least tell
him that Tom was alive. Yetit seemed hours since Tom had disappeared.
Surely he must have fainted, maybehe was dead, maybe his heart had
burst Under terror and excitement. Inhis uneasiness, Huck found himself drawing closer
and closer to the alley, fearingall sorts of dreadful things, and momentarily
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expecting some catastrophe to happen that wouldtake away his breath. There was not
much to take away, for heseemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls,
and his heart would soon wear itselfout the way it was beating.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and Tom came tearing by him.
Run, said, he run foryour life. He needn't have repeated it
once was enough. Huck was makingthirty or forty miles an hour before the
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repetition was uttered. The boys neverstopped till they reached the shed of a
deserted slaughter house at the lower endof the village. Just as they got
within its shelter, the storm burstand the rain poured down. As soon
as Tom got his breath, hesaid, Huck, it was awful.
I tried two of the keys,just as soft as I could, but
they seemed to make such a powerof a racket that I couldn't hardly get
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my breath. I was so scaredthey wouldn't turn in the lock either.
Well, without noticing what I wasdoing, I took hold of the knob
and opened comes the door. Itwarn't locked. I hopped in and shook
off the towel and Great Caesar's ghost. What what you see, Tom,
Huck? I most stepped onto InjunJoe's hand. No, yes, he
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was laying there, sound asleep onthe 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 thought of the towel, I
bet well, I would. Myaunt would make me mighty sick if I
lost it. Say Tom, didyou see that box? Huck? I
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didn't wait to look around. Ididn't see the box. I didn't see
the cross. I didn't see anythingbut a bottle and a tin cup on
the floor by Injun Joe. Yes, and I saw two barrels and lots
more bottles in the room. Don'tyou see? Now? What's the matter
with that hanted room? How whyit's hanted with whiskey? Maybe all the
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temperance taverns have got a hanted room, Hey, Huck, Well, I
reckon. Maybe that's so? Whowould have thought such a thing? But
say Tom, now is a mightygood time to get that box. If
Injun Joe's drunk, it is thatyou try it. Huck shuddered. Well,
no, I reckon not, andI reckon not, Huck. Only
one bottle alongside of Injun Joe ain'tenough. If there'd been three, he'd
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be drunk enough, and I'd doit. There was a long pause for
reflection, and then Tom said,look here, Huck, let's not try
that thing anymore till we know injunJoe's not in there. It's too scary.
Now, if we watch every night, we'll be dead sure to see
him go out sometime or other,and then we'll snatch that box quicker and
lightning. Well, I'm agreed.I'll watch the whole night long, and
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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 andmow, and if I'm asleep, you
throw some gravel at the window andthat'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 acouple hours. You go back and watch
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that long, will you? Isaid I would, Tom, and I
will. I'll haunt that tavern everynight for a year. I'll sleep all
day and I'll stand watch all night. That's all right. Now? Where
are you going to sleep? In? Ben Roger's hayloft? He lets me,
and so does his PAP's nigger man, Uncle Jake. I tote water
for Uncle Jake whenever he wants meto, and anytime I ask him,
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he gives me a little something toeat if he can spare it. That's
a mighty good nigger, Tom.He likes me because I don't ever act
as if I was above him.Sometimes 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 wantto do as a steadying Well. If
I don't want you in the daytime, I'll let you sleep. I won't
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come bothering round anytime you see something'sup in the night. Just skip right
around and mout end of chapter twentyeight
Chapter twenty seven. Trembling on thetrail, the adventure of the day mightily
tormented Tom's dreams. That night,four times he had his hands on that
rich treasure, and four times itwasted to nothingness in his fingers as sleep
forsook him and wakefulness brought back thehard reality of his misfortune. As he
(00:23):
lay in the early morning recalling theincidents of his great adventure, he noticed
that they seemed curiously subdued and faraway, somewhat as if they had happened
in another world or in a timelong gone by. Then it occurred to
him that the great Adventure itself mustbe a dream. There was one very
strong argument in favor of this idea, namely that the quantity of coin he
(00:45):
had seen was too vast to bereal. He had never seen as much
as fifty dollars in one mass before, and he was like all boys of
his age and station in life inthat he imagined that all references to hundreds
and thousands were mere fanciful forms ofspeech, and that no such sums really
existed in the world. He neverhad supposed for a moment that so large
(01:07):
a sum as a hundred dollars wasto be found in actual money in any
one's possession. If his notions ofhidden treasure had been analyzed, they would
have been found to consist of ahandful of real dimes and a bushel of
vague, splendid, ungraspable dollars.But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly
sharper and clearer under the attrition ofthinking them over, And so he presently
(01:32):
found himself leaning to the impression thatthe thing might not have been a dream.
After all, this uncertainty must beswept away. He would snatch a
hurried breakfast and go and find Huck. Huck was sitting on the gunwil of
a flat boat, listlessly, danglinghis feet in the water and looking very
melancholy. Tom concluded to let Hucklead up to the subject. If he
(01:53):
did not do it, then theadventure would be proved to have been only
a dream. Hello Huck, Helloyourself. Silence for a minute, Tom.
If we'd a left the blamed toolsat the dead tree, we'd a
got the money. Oh, ain'tit awful? Tain't a dream? Then?
Tain't a dream? Somehow? Imost wish it was dogged. If
(02:14):
I don't Huck, what ain't adream? Oh that thing yesterday, I've
been half thinking it was dream.If them stairs hadn't broke down, you'd
a seen how much dream it was. I've had dreams enough all night with
that patch eyed Spanish devil going forme, all through him. Rot him,
no, not rot him, findhim? Track the money. Tom
(02:37):
will never find him. A fellerdon't have only one chance for such a
pile, and that one's lost.I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to
see him anyway. Well, so'di. But I'd like to see him
anyway. Track him out to hisnumber two number two. Yes, that's
it. I've been thinking about that, but I can't make nothing out of
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it. What do you reckon itis? I don't know. It's too
deep, say Huck. Maybe it'sthe number of a house. Goody,
No, Tom, that ain't it. If it is, it ain't in
this one horse town. There ain'tno numbers here. Well that's so let
me think a minute. Here,it's the number of a room in a
tavern, you know. Oh that'sthe trick. They ain't only two taverns.
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We can find out quick. Youstay here, Huck, till I
come Tom was off at once.He did not care to have Huck's company
in public places. He was gonehalf an hour. He found that in
the best tavern, number two hadlong been occupied by a young lawyer,
and was still so occupied. Inthe less ostentatious house, Number two was
(03:42):
a mystery. The tavern keeper's youngson said it was kept locked all the
time, and he never saw anybodygo into it or come out of it,
except at night. He did notknow any particular reason for this state
of things. Had had some littlecuriosity, but it was rather feeble.
Had made the most of the mysteryby an entertaining himself with the idea that
the room was haunted. Had noticedthat there was a light in there the
(04:04):
night before. That's what I've foundout, Huck. I reckon, that's
the very number two. Whereafter Ireckon it is Tom. Now, what
you're going to do? Let methink. Tom thought a long time.
Then he said, I'll tell you. The back door of that number two
is the door that comes out intothe little close alley between the tavern and
(04:26):
the old rattletrap of a brick store. Now you get hold of all the
door keys you can find, andI'll nip all of aunties and the first
dark night, we'll go there andtry him. And mind you keep a
lookout for injun Joe, because hesaid he was going to drop into town
and spy around once more for achance to get his revenge. If you
see him, you just follow him. And if he don't go to that
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number two, that ain't the place, Lordy, I don't want to follow
him by myself. Why it'll bea night. Sure he mightn't ever see
you, and if he did,maybe he'd never think anything. Well,
if it's pretty dark, I reckonI'll track him. I don't know,
I don't know. I'll try.You bet I'll follow him if it's dark,
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Huck, why he might have foundthe out he couldn't get his revenge
and and be going right after thatmoney. It's so, Tom, it's
so, I'll follow him. Iwill buy jingos. Now you're talking.
Don't you ever weaken? Huck?And I won't. End of Chapter twenty
seven, Chapter twenty eight. Inthe lair of Injun Joe. That night,
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Tom and Huck were ready for theiradventure. 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 leftthe tavern door. The night promised to
be a fair one, so Tomwent home with the understanding that if a
(05:53):
considerable degree of darkness came on,Huck was to come and mow, whereupon
he would slip out and by thekeys. But the night remained clear,
and Huck closed his watch and retiredto bed in an empty sugar hogshead.
About twelve Tuesday. The boys hadthe same ill luck also Wednesday, but
Thursday night promised better. Tom slippedout in good season with his aunt's old
(06:16):
tin lantern and a large towel toblindfold it with. He hid the lantern
and Huck's sugar hogshead, and thewatch 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 entered or left the alley.
Everything was auspicious. The blackness ofdarkness reigned. The perfect stillness was interrupted
(06:41):
only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder. Tom got his lantern lit it in
the hogshead, wrapped it closely inthe 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 wasa season of waiting anxiety that weighed upon
Huck spirits like a mountain. Hebegan to wish he could see a flash
(07:02):
from the lantern. It would frightenhim, but it would at least tell
him that Tom was alive. Yetit seemed hours since Tom had disappeared.
Surely he must have fainted, maybehe was dead, maybe his heart had
burst Under terror and excitement. Inhis uneasiness, Huck found himself drawing closer
and closer to the alley, fearingall sorts of dreadful things, and momentarily
(07:24):
expecting some catastrophe to happen that wouldtake away his breath. There was not
much to take away, for heseemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls,
and his heart would soon wear itselfout the way it was beating.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and Tom came tearing by him.
Run, said, he run foryour life. He needn't have repeated it
once was enough. Huck was makingthirty or forty miles an hour before the
(07:46):
repetition was uttered. The boys neverstopped till they reached the shed of a
deserted slaughter house at the lower endof the village. Just as they got
within its shelter, the storm burstand the rain poured down. As soon
as Tom got his breath, hesaid, Huck, it was awful.
I tried two of the keys,just as soft as I could, but
they seemed to make such a powerof a racket that I couldn't hardly get
(08:09):
my breath. I was so scaredthey wouldn't turn in the lock either.
Well, without noticing what I wasdoing, I took hold of the knob
and opened comes the door. Itwarn't locked. I hopped in and shook
off the towel and Great Caesar's ghost. What what you see, Tom,
Huck? I most stepped onto InjunJoe's hand. No, yes, he
(08:31):
was laying there, sound asleep onthe 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 thought of the towel, I
bet well, I would. Myaunt would make me mighty sick if I
lost it. Say Tom, didyou see that box? Huck? I
(08:52):
didn't wait to look around. Ididn't see the box. I didn't see
the cross. I didn't see anythingbut a bottle and a tin cup on
the floor by Injun Joe. Yes, and I saw two barrels and lots
more bottles in the room. Don'tyou see? Now? What's the matter
with that hanted room? How whyit's hanted with whiskey? Maybe all the
(09:13):
temperance taverns have got a hanted room, Hey, Huck, Well, I
reckon. Maybe that's so? Whowould have thought such a thing? But
say Tom, now is a mightygood time to get that box. If
Injun Joe's drunk, it is thatyou try it. Huck shuddered. Well,
no, I reckon not, andI reckon not, Huck. Only
one bottle alongside of Injun Joe ain'tenough. If there'd been three, he'd
(09:35):
be drunk enough, and I'd doit. There was a long pause for
reflection, and then Tom said,look here, Huck, let's not try
that thing anymore till we know injunJoe's not in there. It's too scary.
Now, if we watch every night, we'll be dead sure to see
him go out sometime or other,and then we'll snatch that box quicker and
lightning. Well, I'm agreed.I'll watch the whole night long, and
(09:58):
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 andmow, and if I'm asleep, you
throw some gravel at the window andthat'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 acouple hours. You go back and watch
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that long, will you? Isaid I would, Tom, and I
will. I'll haunt that tavern everynight for a year. I'll sleep all
day and I'll stand watch all night. That's all right. Now? Where
are you going to sleep? In? Ben Roger's hayloft? He lets me,
and so does his PAP's nigger man, Uncle Jake. I tote water
for Uncle Jake whenever he wants meto, and anytime I ask him,
(10:41):
he gives me a little something toeat if he can spare it. That's
a mighty good nigger, Tom.He likes me because I don't ever act
as if I was above him.Sometimes 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 wantto do as a steadying Well. If
I don't want you in the daytime, I'll let you sleep. I won't
(11:03):
come bothering round anytime you see something'sup in the night. Just skip right
around and mout end of chapter twentyeight
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