THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER 12 страница

" I don't want any marks. They always bury it under a ha'nted house or

on an island, or under a dead tree that's got one limb sticking out.

Well, we've tried Jackson's Island a little, and we can try it again

some time; and there's the old ha'nted house up the Still-House branch,

and there's lots of dead-limb trees--dead loads of 'em. "

" Is it under all of them? "

" How you talk! No! "

" Then how you going to know which one to go for? "

" Go for all of 'em! "

" Why, Tom, it'll take all summer. "

" Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred

dollars in it, all rusty and gray, or rotten chest full of di'monds.

How's that? "

Huck's eyes glowed.

" That's bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you gimme the hundred

dollars and I don't want no di'monds. "

" All right. But I bet you I ain't going to throw off on di'monds. Some

of 'em's worth twenty dollars apiece--there ain't any, hardly, but's

worth six bits or a dollar. "

" No! Is that so? "

" Cert'nly--anybody'll tell you so. Hain't you ever seen one, Huck? "

" Not as I remember. "

" Oh, kings have slathers of them. "

" Well, I don' know no kings, Tom. "

" I reckon you don't. But if you was to go to Europe you'd see a raft

of 'em hopping around. "

" Do they hop? "

" Hop? --your granny! No! "

" Well, what did you say they did, for? "

" Shucks, I only meant you'd SEE 'em--not hopping, of course--what do

they want to hop for? --but I mean you'd just see 'em--scattered around,

you know, in a kind of a general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard. "

" Richard? What's his other name? "

" He didn't have any other name. Kings don't have any but a given name. "

" No? "

" But they don't. "

" Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want to be a king

and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But say--where you

going to dig first? "

" Well, I don't know. S'pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree on the

hill t'other side of Still-House branch? "

" I'm agreed. "

So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their

three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw themselves

down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.

" I like this, " said Tom.

" So do I. "

" Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your

share? "

" Well, I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I'll go to

every circus that comes along. I bet I'll have a gay time. "

" Well, ain't you going to save any of it? "

" Save it? What for? "

" Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by. "

" Oh, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some

day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up, and I tell you he'd

clean it out pretty quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom? "

" I'm going to buy a new drum, and a sure-'nough sword, and a red

necktie and a bull pup, and get married. "

" Married! "

" That's it. "

" Tom, you--why, you ain't in your right mind. "

" Wait--you'll see. "

" Well, that's the foolishest thing you could do. Look at pap and my

mother. Fight! Why, they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty

well. "

" That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight. "

" Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb a body. Now you

better think 'bout this awhile. I tell you you better. What's the name

of the gal? "

" It ain't a gal at all--it's a girl. "

" It's all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some says girl--both's

right, like enough. Anyway, what's her name, Tom? "

" I'll tell you some time--not now. "

" All right--that'll do. Only if you get married I'll be more lonesomer

than ever. "

" No you won't. You'll come and live with me. Now stir out of this and

we'll go to digging. "

They worked and sweated for half an hour. No result. They toiled

another half-hour. Still no result. Huck said:

" Do they always bury it as deep as this? "

" Sometimes--not always. Not generally. I reckon we haven't got the

right place. "

So they chose a new spot and began again. The labor dragged a little,

but still they made progress. They pegged away in silence for some

time. Finally Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the beaded drops from

his brow with his sleeve, and said:

" Where you going to dig next, after we get this one? "

" I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's over yonder on

Cardiff Hill back of the widow's. "

" I reckon that'll be a good one. But won't the widow take it away from

us, Tom? It's on her land. "

" SHE take it away! Maybe she'd like to try it once. Whoever finds one

of these hid treasures, it belongs to him. It don't make any difference

whose land it's on. "

That was satisfactory. The work went on. By and by Huck said:

" Blame it, we must be in the wrong place again. What 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, Tom--nobody 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, anyway--but nothing's ever been seen around that house except

in the night--just some blue lights slipping by the windows--no 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 so--but 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 XXVI

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, also--but 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 night--dreampt 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 England--and 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 cry--and curse. But we'll

play Robin Hood--it'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 result--they 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 fraud--there 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.... No--coming.... 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 lately--never 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 voice;

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" Spaniard--to 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 yonder--but 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, lad--you 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 chance--come! "

Huck said:

" I can't--I'd die if they was to wake. "

Tom urged--Huck 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 around--smiled grimly

upon his comrade, whose head was drooping upon his knees--stirred him

up with his foot and said:

" Here! YOU'RE a watchman, ain't you! All right, though--nothing'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 know--leave 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. "

" Well--all right--it won't matter to come here once more. "

" No--but I'd say come in the night as we used to do--it'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 it--and 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 auspices--there would not be any bothersome uncertainty as to

where to dig. They nudged each other every moment--eloquent 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 plank--no, it's a box, I believe. Here--bear 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 fireplace--I 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 altogether--it's REVENGE! " and a wicked light flamed in his

eyes. " I'll need your help in it. When it's finished--then Texas. Go

home to your Nance and your kids, and stand by till you hear from me. "

" Well--if you say so; what'll we do with this--bury 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 here--and 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 exactly--not exactly. We'll take it to my

den. "

" Why, of course! Might have thought of that before. You mean Number

One? "

" No--Number Two--under the cross. The other place is bad--too 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 stairs--the intolerable distress of the situation woke

the stricken resolution of the lads--they 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 there--who 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.