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"
And
they
'd
do
it
,
too
.
"
The
boys
had
a
long
talk
,
but
it
brought
them
little
comfort
.
As
the
twilight
drew
on
,
they
found
themselves
hanging
about
the
neighborhood
of
the
little
isolated
jail
,
perhaps
with
an
undefined
hope
that
something
would
happen
that
might
clear
away
their
difficulties
.
But
nothing
happened
;
there
seemed
to
be
no
angels
or
fairies
interested
in
this
luckless
captive
.
The
boys
did
as
they
had
often
done
before
--
went
to
the
cell
grating
and
gave
Potter
some
tobacco
and
matches
.
He
was
on
the
ground
floor
and
there
were
no
guards
.
His
gratitude
for
their
gifts
had
always
smote
their
consciences
before
--
it
cut
deeper
than
ever
,
this
time
.
They
felt
cowardly
and
treacherous
to
the
last
degree
when
Potter
said
:
"
You
've
been
mighty
good
to
me
,
boys
--
better
'n
anybody
else
in
this
town
.
And
I
do
n't
forget
it
,
I
do
n't
.
Often
I
says
to
myself
,
says
I
,
'
I
used
to
mend
all
the
boys
'
kites
and
things
,
and
show
'em
where
the
good
fishin
'
places
was
,
and
befriend
'em
what
I
could
,
and
now
they
've
all
forgot
old
Muff
when
he
's
in
trouble
;
but
Tom
do
n't
,
and
Huck
do
n't
--
THEY
do
n't
forget
him
,
says
I
,
'
and
I
do
n't
forget
them
.
'
Well
,
boys
,
I
done
an
awful
thing
--
drunk
and
crazy
at
the
time
--
that
's
the
only
way
I
account
for
it
--
and
now
I
got
to
swing
for
it
,
and
it
's
right
.
Right
,
and
BEST
,
too
,
I
reckon
--
hope
so
,
anyway
.
Well
,
we
wo
n't
talk
about
that
.
I
do
n't
want
to
make
YOU
feel
bad
;
you
've
befriended
me
.
But
what
I
want
to
say
,
is
,
do
n't
YOU
ever
get
drunk
--
then
you
wo
n't
ever
get
here
.
Stand
a
litter
furder
west
--
so
--
that
's
it
;
it
's
a
prime
comfort
to
see
faces
that
's
friendly
when
a
body
's
in
such
a
muck
of
trouble
,
and
there
do
n't
none
come
here
but
yourn
.
Good
friendly
faces
--
good
friendly
faces
.
Git
up
on
one
another
's
backs
and
let
me
touch
'em
.
That
's
it
.
Shake
hands
--
yourn
'll
come
through
the
bars
,
but
mine
's
too
big
.
Little
hands
,
and
weak
--
but
they
've
helped
Muff
Potter
a
power
,
and
they
'd
help
him
more
if
they
could
.
"
Tom
went
home
miserable
,
and
his
dreams
that
night
were
full
of
horrors
.
The
next
day
and
the
day
after
,
he
hung
about
the
court-room
,
drawn
by
an
almost
irresistible
impulse
to
go
in
,
but
forcing
himself
to
stay
out
.
Huck
was
having
the
same
experience
.
They
studiously
avoided
each
other
.
Each
wandered
away
,
from
time
to
time
,
but
the
same
dismal
fascination
always
brought
them
back
presently
.
Tom
kept
his
ears
open
when
idlers
sauntered
out
of
the
court-room
,
but
invariably
heard
distressing
news
--
the
toils
were
closing
more
and
more
relentlessly
around
poor
Potter
.
At
the
end
of
the
second
day
the
village
talk
was
to
the
effect
that
Injun
Joe
's
evidence
stood
firm
and
unshaken
,
and
that
there
was
not
the
slightest
question
as
to
what
the
jury
's
verdict
would
be
.
Tom
was
out
late
,
that
night
,
and
came
to
bed
through
the
window
.
He
was
in
a
tremendous
state
of
excitement
.
It
was
hours
before
he
got
to
sleep
.
All
the
village
flocked
to
the
court-house
the
next
morning
,
for
this
was
to
be
the
great
day
.
Both
sexes
were
about
equally
represented
in
the
packed
audience
.
After
a
long
wait
the
jury
filed
in
and
took
their
places
;
shortly
afterward
,
Potter
,
pale
and
haggard
,
timid
and
hopeless
,
was
brought
in
,
with
chains
upon
him
,
and
seated
where
all
the
curious
eyes
could
stare
at
him
;
no
less
conspicuous
was
Injun
Joe
,
stolid
as
ever
.
There
was
another
pause
,
and
then
the
judge
arrived
and
the
sheriff
proclaimed
the
opening
of
the
court
.
The
usual
whisperings
among
the
lawyers
and
gathering
together
of
papers
followed
.
These
details
and
accompanying
delays
worked
up
an
atmosphere
of
preparation
that
was
as
impressive
as
it
was
fascinating
.
Now
a
witness
was
called
who
testified
that
he
found
Muff
Potter
washing
in
the
brook
,
at
an
early
hour
of
the
morning
that
the
murder
was
discovered
,
and
that
he
immediately
sneaked
away
.
After
some
further
questioning
,
counsel
for
the
prosecution
said
:
