Tom!
Tom, quaking with fear, yielded, and put his eye to the crack. His
whisper was hardly audible when he said:
Oh, Huck, _it s 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 bout
where _I ll_ go to. I been so wicked.
Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything a
feller s told _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 time,
I lay I ll just _waller_ in Sunday-schools! And Tom began to snuffle a
little.
_You_ bad! and Huckleberry began to snuffle too. Consound it, Tom
Sawyer, 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, you
know. _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.
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