The adventures of tom sawyer

do you think?”
“It is mighty curious, Huck. I don`t understand it. Sometimes witches interfere. I reckon maybe that`s what`s the trouble now.”
“Shucks! Witches ain`t got no power in the daytime.”
“Well, that`s so. I didn`t think of that. Oh, I know what the matter is! What a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out where the shadow of the limb falls at midnight, and that`s where you dig!”
“Then consound it, we`ve fooled away all this work for nothing. Now hang it all, we got to come back in the night. It`s an awful long way. Can you get out?”
“I bet I will. We`ve got to do it to-night, too, because if somebody sees these holes they`ll know in a minute what`s here and they`ll go for it.”
“Well, I`ll come around and maow to-night.”
“All right. Let`s hide the tools in the bushes.”
The boys were there that night, about the appointed time. They sat in the shadow waiting. It was a lonely place, and an hour made solemn by old traditions. Spirits whispered in the rustling leaves, ghosts lurked in the murky nooks, the deep baying of a hound floated up out of the distance, an owl answered with his sepulchral note. The boys were subdued by these solemnities, and talked little. By and by they judged that twelve had come; they marked where the shadow fell, and began to dig. Their hopes commenced to rise. Their interest grew stronger, and their industry kept pace with it. The hole deepened and still deepened, but every time their hearts jumped to hear the pick strike upon something, they only suffered a new disappointment. It was only a stone or a chunk. At last Tom said:
“It ain`t any use, Huck, we`re wrong again.”
“Well, but we CAN`T be wrong. We spotted the shadder to a dot.”
“I know it, but then there`s another thing.”
“What`s that?”.
“Why, we only guessed at the time. Like enough it was too late or too early.”
Huck dropped his shovel.
“That`s it,” said he. “That`s the very trouble. We got to give this one up. We can`t ever tell the right time, and besides this kind of thing`s too awful, here this time of night with witches and ghosts a-fluttering around so. I feel as if something`s behind me all the time; and I`m afeard to turn around, becuz maybe there`s others in front a-waiting for a chance. I been creeping all over, ever since I got here.”
“Well, I`ve been pretty much so, too, Huck. They most always put in a dead man when they bury a treasure under a tree, to look out for it.”
“Lordy!”
“Yes, they do. I`ve always heard that.”
“Tom, I don`t like to fool around much where there`s dead people. A body`s bound to get into trouble with `em, sure.”
“I don`t like to stir `em up, either. S`pose this one here was to stick his skull out and say something!”
“Don`t Tom! It`s awful.”
“Well, it just is. Huck, I don`t feel comfortable a bit.”
“Say, Tom, let`s give this place up, and try somewheres else.”
“All right, I reckon we better.”
“What`ll it be?”
Tom considered awhile; and then said:
“The ha`nted house. That`s it!”
“Blame it, I don`t like ha`nted houses, Tom. Why, they`re a dern sight worse`n dead people. Dead people might talk, maybe, but they don`t come sliding around in a shroud, when you ain`t noticing, and peep over your shoulder all of a sudden and grit their teeth, the way a ghost does. I couldn`t stand such a thing as that, Tomnobody could.”
“Yes, but, Huck, ghosts don`t travel around only at night. They won`t hender us from digging there in the daytime.”
“Well, that`s so. But you know mighty well people don`t go about that ha`nted house in the day nor the night.”
“Well, that`s mostly because they don`t like to go where a man`s been murdered, anywaybut nothing`s ever been seen around that house except in the nightjust some blue lights slipping by the windowsno regular ghosts.”
“Well, where you see one of them blue lights flickering around, Tom, you can bet there`s a ghost mighty close behind it. It stands to reason. Becuz you know that they don`t anybody but ghosts use `em.”
“Yes, that`s so. But anyway they don`t come around in the daytime, so what`s the use of our being afeard?”
“Well, all right. We`ll tackle the ha`nted house if you say sobut I reckon it`s taking chances.”
They had started down the hill by this time. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the “ha`nted” house, utterly isolated, its fences gone long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys gazed awhile, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill.

Chapter 26.

ABOUT noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come for their tools. Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house; Huck was measurably so, alsobut suddenly said:
“Lookyhere, Tom, do you know what day it is?”
Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then quickly lifted his eyes with a startled look in them
“My! I never once thought of it, Huck!”
“Well, I didn`t neither, but all at once it popped onto me that it was Friday.”
“Blame it, a body can`t be too careful, Huck. We might `a` got into an awful scrape, tackling such a thing on a Friday.”
“MIGHT! Better say we WOULD! There`s some lucky days, maybe, but Friday ain`t.”
“Any fool knows that. I don`t reckon YOU was the first that found it out, Huck.”
“Well, I never said I was, did I? And Friday ain`t all, neither. I had a rotten bad dream last nightdreampt about rats.”
“No! Sure sign of trouble. Did they fight?”
“No.”
“Well, that`s good, Huck. When they don`t fight it`s only a sign that there`s trouble around, you know. All we got to do is to look mighty sharp and keep out of it. We`ll drop this thing for to-day, and play. Do you know Robin Hood, Huck?”
“No. Who`s Robin Hood?”
“Why, he was one of the greatest men that was ever in Englandand the best. He was a robber.”
“Cracky, I wisht I was. Who did he rob?”
“Only sheriffs and bishops and rich people and kings, and such like. But he never bothered the poor. He loved `em. He always divided up with `em perfectly square.”
“Well, he must `a` been a brick.”
“I bet you he was, Huck. Oh, he was the noblest man that ever was. They ain`t any such men now, I can tell you. He could lick any man in England, with one hand tied behind him; and he could take his yew bow and plug a ten-cent piece every time, a mile and a half.”
“What`s a YEW bow?”
“I don`t know. It`s some kind of a bow, of course. And if he hit that dime only on the edge he would set down and cryand curse. But we`ll play Robin Hoodit`s nobby fun. I`ll learn you.”
“I`m agreed.”
So they played Robin Hood all the afternoon, now and then casting a yearning eye down upon the haunted house and passing a remark about the morrow`s prospects and possibilities there. As the sun began to sink into the west they took their way homeward athwart the long shadows of the trees and soon were buried from sight in the forests of Cardiff Hill.
On Saturday, shortly after noon, the boys were at the dead tree again. They had a smoke and a chat in the shade, and then dug a little in their last hole, not with great hope, but merely because Tom said there were so many cases where people had given up a treasure after getting down within six inches of it, and then somebody else had come along and turned it up with a single thrust of a shovel. The thing failed this time, however, so the boys shouldered their tools and went away feeling that they had not trifled with fortune, but had fulfilled all the requirements that belong to the business of treasure-hunting.
When they reached the haunted house there was something so weird and grisly about the dead silence that reigned there under the baking sun, and something so depressing about the loneliness and desolation of the place, that they were afraid, for a moment, to venture in. Then they crept to the door and took a trembling peep. They saw a weed-grown, floorless room, unplastered, an ancient fireplace, vacant windows, a ruinous staircase; and here, there, and everywhere hung ragged and abandoned cobwebs. They presently entered, softly, with quickened pulses, talking in whispers, ears alert to catch the slightest sound, and muscles tense and ready for instant retreat.
In a little while familiarity modified their fears and they gave the place a critical and interested examination, rather admiring their own boldness, and wondering at it, too. Next they wanted to look up-stairs. This was something like cutting off retreat, but they got to daring each other, and of course there could be but one resultthey threw their tools into a corner and made the ascent. Up there were the same signs of decay. In one corner they found a closet that promised mystery, but the promise was a fraudthere was nothing in it. Their courage was up now and well in hand. They were about to go down and begin work when
“Sh!” said Tom.
“What is it?” whispered Huck, blanching with fright.
“Sh!… There!… Hear it?”
“Yes!… Oh, my! Let`s run!”
“Keep still! Don`t you budge! They`re coming right toward the door.”
The boys stretched themselves upon the floor with their eyes to knot-holes in the planking, and lay waiting, in a misery of fear.
“They`ve stopped…. Nocoming…. Here they are. Don`t whisper another word, Huck. My goodness, I wish I was out of this!”
Two men entered. Each boy said to himself: “There`s the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that`s been about town once or twice latelynever saw t`other man before.”
“T`other” was a ragged, unkempt creature, with nothing very pleasant in his face. The Spaniard was wrapped in a serape; he had bushy white whiskers; long white hair flowed from under his sombrero, and he wore green goggles. When they came in, “t`other” was talking in a low voi…