Oh course I haven t.
Never a word?
Never a solitary word, so help me. What makes you ask?
Well, I was afeard.
Why, Tom Sawyer, we wouldn t be alive two days if that got found out.
_You_ know that.
Tom felt more comfortable. After a pause:
Huck, they couldn t anybody get you to tell, could they?
Get me to tell? Why, if I wanted that halfbreed devil to drownd me they
could get me to tell. They ain t no different way.
Well, that s all right, then. I reckon we re safe as long as we keep
mum. But let s swear again, anyway. It s more surer.
I m agreed.
So they swore again with dread solemnities.
What is the talk around, Huck? I ve heard a power of it.
Talk? Well, it s just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter all the
time. It keeps me in a sweat, constant, so s I want to hide som ers.
That s just the same way they go on round me. I reckon he s a goner.
Don t you feel sorry for him, sometimes?
Most always most always. He ain t no account; but then he hain t ever
done anything to hurt anybody. Just fishes a little, to get money to
get drunk on and loafs around considerable; but lord, we all do
that leastways most of us preachers and such like. But he s kind of
good he give me half a fish, once, when there warn t enough for two; and
lots of times he s kind of stood by me when I was out of luck.
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