The adventures of tom sawyer

ce; they sat down on the ground, facing the door, with their backs to the wall, and the speaker continued his remarks. His manner became less guarded and his words more distinct as he proceeded:
“No,” said he, “I`ve thought it all over, and I don`t like it. It`s dangerous.”
“Dangerous!” grunted the “deaf and dumb” Spaniardto the vast surprise of the boys. “Milksop!”
This voice made the boys gasp and quake. It was Injun Joe`s! There was silence for some time. Then Joe said:
“What`s any more dangerous than that job up yonderbut nothing`s come of it.”
“That`s different. Away up the river so, and not another house about. `Twon`t ever be known that we tried, anyway, long as we didn`t succeed.”
“Well, what`s more dangerous than coming here in the daytime!anybody would suspicion us that saw us.”
“I know that. But there warn`t any other place as handy after that fool of a job. I want to quit this shanty. I wanted to yesterday, only it warn`t any use trying to stir out of here, with those infernal boys playing over there on the hill right in full view.”
“Those infernal boys” quaked again under the inspiration of this remark, and thought how lucky it was that they had remembered it was Friday and concluded to wait a day. They wished in their hearts they had waited a year.
The two men got out some food and made a luncheon. After a long and thoughtful silence, Injun Joe said:
“Look here, ladyou go back up the river where you belong. Wait there till you hear from me. I`ll take the chances on dropping into this town just once more, for a look. We`ll do that `dangerous` job after I`ve spied around a little and think things look well for it. Then for Texas! We`ll leg it together!”
This was satisfactory. Both men presently fell to yawning, and Injun Joe said:
“I`m dead for sleep! It`s your turn to watch.”
He curled down in the weeds and soon began to snore. His comrade stirred him once or twice and he became quiet. Presently the watcher began to nod; his head drooped lower and lower, both men began to snore now.
The boys drew a long, grateful breath. Tom whispered:
“Now`s our chancecome!”
Huck said:
“I can`tI`d die if they was to wake.”
Tom urgedHuck held back. At last Tom rose slowly and softly, and started alone. But the first step he made wrung such a hideous creak from the crazy floor that he sank down almost dead with fright. He never made a second attempt. The boys lay there counting the dragging moments till it seemed to them that time must be done and eternity growing gray; and then they were grateful to note that at last the sun was setting.
Now one snore ceased. Injun Joe sat up, stared aroundsmiled grimly upon his comrade, whose head was drooping upon his kneesstirred him up with his foot and said:
“Here! YOU`RE a watchman, ain`t you! All right, thoughnothing`s happened.”
“My! have I been asleep?”
“Oh, partly, partly. Nearly time for us to be moving, pard. What`ll we do with what little swag we`ve got left?”
“I don`t knowleave it here as we`ve always done, I reckon. No use to take it away till we start south. Six hundred and fifty in silver`s something to carry.”
“Wellall rightit won`t matter to come here once more.”
“Nobut I`d say come in the night as we used to doit`s better.”
“Yes: but look here; it may be a good while before I get the right chance at that job; accidents might happen; `tain`t in such a very good place; we`ll just regularly bury itand bury it deep.”
“Good idea,” said the comrade, who walked across the room, knelt down, raised one of the rearward hearth-stones and took out a bag that jingled pleasantly. He subtracted from it twenty or thirty dollars for himself and as much for Injun Joe, and passed the bag to the latter, who was on his knees in the corner, now, digging with his bowie-knife.
The boys forgot all their fears, all their miseries in an instant. With gloating eyes they watched every movement. Luck!the splendor of it was beyond all imagination! Six hundred dollars was money enough to make half a dozen boys rich! Here was treasure-hunting under the happiest auspicesthere would not be any bothersome uncertainty as to where to dig. They nudged each other every momenteloquent nudges and easily understood, for they simply meant”Oh, but ain`t you glad NOW we`re here!”
Joe`s knife struck upon something.
“Hello!” said he.
“What is it?” said his comrade.
“Half-rotten plankno, it`s a box, I believe. Herebear a hand and we`ll see what it`s here for. Never mind, I`ve broke a hole.”
He reached his hand in and drew it out
“Man, it`s money!”
The two men examined the handful of coins. They were gold. The boys above were as excited as themselves, and as delighted.
Joe`s comrade said:
“We`ll make quick work of this. There`s an old rusty pick over amongst the weeds in the corner the other side of the fireplaceI saw it a minute ago.”
He ran and brought the boys` pick and shovel. Injun Joe took the pick, looked it over critically, shook his head, muttered something to himself, and then began to use it. The box was soon unearthed. It was not very large; it was iron bound and had been very strong before the slow years had injured it. The men contemplated the treasure awhile in blissful silence.
“Pard, there`s thousands of dollars here,” said Injun Joe.
“`Twas always said that Murrel`s gang used to be around here one summer,” the stranger observed.
“I know it,” said Injun Joe; “and this looks like it, I should say.”
“Now you won`t need to do that job.”
The half-breed frowned. Said he:
“You don`t know me. Least you don`t know all about that thing. `Tain`t robbery altogetherit`s REVENGE!” and a wicked light flamed in his eyes. “I`ll need your help in it. When it`s finishedthen Texas. Go home to your Nance and your kids, and stand by till you hear from me.”
“Wellif you say so; what`ll we do with thisbury it again?”
“Yes. [Ravishing delight overhead.] NO! by the great Sachem, no! [Profound distress overhead.] I`d nearly forgot. That pick had fresh earth on it! [The boys were sick with terror in a moment.] What business has a pick and a shovel here? What business with fresh earth on them? Who brought them hereand where are they gone? Have you heard anybody?seen anybody? What! bury it again and leave them to come and see the ground disturbed? Not exactlynot exactly. We`ll take it to my den.”
“Why, of course! Might have thought of that before. You mean Number One?”
“NoNumber Twounder the cross. The other place is badtoo common.”
“All right. It`s nearly dark enough to start.”
Injun Joe got up and went about from window to window cautiously peeping out. Presently he said:
“Who could have brought those tools here? Do you reckon they can be up-stairs?”
The boys` breath forsook them. Injun Joe put his hand on his knife, halted a moment, undecided, and then turned toward the stairway. The boys thought of the closet, but their strength was gone. The steps came creaking up the stairsthe intolerable distress of the situation woke the stricken resolution of the ladsthey were about to spring for the closet, when there was a crash of rotten timbers and Injun Joe landed on the ground amid the debris of the ruined stairway. He gathered himself up cursing, and his comrade said:
“Now what`s the use of all that? If it`s anybody, and they`re up there, let them STAY therewho cares? If they want to jump down, now, and get into trouble, who objects? It will be dark in fifteen minutes and then let them follow us if they want to. I`m willing. In my opinion, whoever hove those things in here caught a sight of us and took us for ghosts or devils or something. I`ll bet they`re running yet.”
Joe grumbled awhile; then he agreed with his friend that what daylight was left ought to be economized in getting things ready for leaving. Shortly afterward they slipped out of the house in the deepening twilight, and moved toward the river with their precious box.
Tom and Huck rose up, weak but vastly relieved, and stared after them through the chinks between the logs of the house. Follow? Not they. They were content to reach ground again without broken necks, and take the townward track over the hill. They did not talk much. They were too much absorbed in hating themselveshating the ill luck that made them take the spade and the pick there. But for that, Injun Joe never would have suspected. He would have hidden the silver with the gold to wait there till his “revenge” was satisfied, and then he would have had the misfortune to find that money turn up missing. Bitter, bitter luck that the tools were ever brought there!
They resolved to keep a lookout for that Spaniard when he should come to town spying out for chances to do his revengeful job, and follow him to “Number Two,” wherever that might be. Then a ghastly thought occurred to Tom.
“Revenge? What if he means US, Huck!”
“Oh, don`t!” said Huck, nearly fainting.
They talked it all over, and as they entered town they agreed to believe that he might possibly mean somebody elseat least that he might at least mean nobody but Tom, since only Tom had testified.
Very, very small comfort it was to Tom to be alone in danger! Company would be a palpable improvement, he thought.

Chapter 27.

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 it wasted to nothingness in his fingers as sleep forsook him and wakefulness brought back the hard reality of his misfortune. As he lay in the early morning recalling the incidents of his great adventure, he noticed that they seemed curiously subdued and far awaysomewhat as if they had happened in another world, or in a time long gone by. Then it occurred to him that the great adventure itself must be a dream! There was one very strong argument in favor of this ideanamely, that the quantity of coin he had seen was too vast to be real. He had never seen as much as fifty dollars in one mass before, and he was like all boys of his a…