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"
Why
,
it
'll
be
night
,
sure
.
He
might
n't
ever
see
you
--
and
if
he
did
,
maybe
he
'd
never
think
anything
.
"
"
Well
,
if
it
's
pretty
dark
I
reckon
I
'll
track
him
.
I
dono
--
I
dono
.
I
'll
try
.
"
"
You
bet
I
'll
follow
him
,
if
it
's
dark
,
Huck
.
Why
,
he
might
'
a
'
found
out
he
could
n't
get
his
revenge
,
and
be
going
right
after
that
money
.
"
"
It
's
so
,
Tom
,
it
's
so
.
I
'll
foller
him
;
I
will
,
by
jingoes
!
"
"
Now
you
're
TALKING
!
Do
n't
you
ever
weaken
,
Huck
,
and
I
wo
n't
.
"
That
night
Tom
and
Huck
were
ready
for
their
adventure
.
They
hung
about
the
neighborhood
of
the
tavern
until
after
nine
,
one
watching
the
alley
at
a
distance
and
the
other
the
tavern
door
.
Nobody
entered
the
alley
or
left
it
;
nobody
resembling
the
Spaniard
entered
or
left
the
tavern
door
.
The
night
promised
to
be
a
fair
one
;
so
Tom
went
home
with
the
understanding
that
if
a
considerable
degree
of
darkness
came
on
,
Huck
was
to
come
and
"
maow
,
"
whereupon
he
would
slip
out
and
try
the
keys
.
But
the
night
remained
clear
,
and
Huck
closed
his
watch
and
retired
to
bed
in
an
empty
sugar
hogshead
about
twelve
.
Tuesday
the
boys
had
the
same
ill
luck
.
Also
Wednesday
.
But
Thursday
night
promised
better
.
Tom
slipped
out
in
good
season
with
his
aunt
's
old
tin
lantern
,
and
a
large
towel
to
blindfold
it
with
.
He
hid
the
lantern
in
Huck
's
sugar
hogshead
and
the
watch
began
.
An
hour
before
midnight
the
tavern
closed
up
and
its
lights
(
the
only
ones
thereabouts
)
were
put
out
.
No
Spaniard
had
been
seen
.
Nobody
had
entered
or
left
the
alley
.
Everything
was
auspicious
.
The
blackness
of
darkness
reigned
,
the
perfect
stillness
was
interrupted
only
by
occasional
mutterings
of
distant
thunder
.
Tom
got
his
lantern
,
lit
it
in
the
hogshead
,
wrapped
it
closely
in
the
towel
,
and
the
two
adventurers
crept
in
the
gloom
toward
the
tavern
.
Huck
stood
sentry
and
Tom
felt
his
way
into
the
alley
.
Then
there
was
a
season
of
waiting
anxiety
that
weighed
upon
Huck
's
spirits
like
a
mountain
.
He
began
to
wish
he
could
see
a
flash
from
the
lantern
--
it
would
frighten
him
,
but
it
would
at
least
tell
him
that
Tom
was
alive
yet
.
It
seemed
hours
since
Tom
had
disappeared
.
Surely
he
must
have
fainted
;
maybe
he
was
dead
;
maybe
his
heart
had
burst
under
terror
and
excitement
.
In
his
uneasiness
Huck
found
himself
drawing
closer
and
closer
to
the
alley
;
fearing
all
sorts
of
dreadful
things
,
and
momentarily
expecting
some
catastrophe
to
happen
that
would
take
away
his
breath
.
There
was
not
much
to
take
away
,
for
he
seemed
only
able
to
inhale
it
by
thimblefuls
,
and
his
heart
would
soon
wear
itself
out
,
the
way
it
was
beating
.
Suddenly
there
was
a
flash
of
light
and
Tom
came
tearing
by
him
:
"
Run
!
"
said
he
;
"
run
,
for
your
life
!
"
He
need
n't
have
repeated
it
;
once
was
enough
;
Huck
was
making
thirty
or
forty
miles
an
hour
before
the
repetition
was
uttered
.
The
boys
never
stopped
till
they
reached
the
shed
of
a
deserted
slaughter-house
at
the
lower
end
of
the
village
.
Just
as
they
got
within
its
shelter
the
storm
burst
and
the
rain
poured
down
.
As
soon
as
Tom
got
his
breath
he
said
:
