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Now
an
idea
struck
him
.
There
were
some
side
passages
near
at
hand
.
It
would
be
better
to
explore
some
of
these
than
bear
the
weight
of
the
heavy
time
in
idleness
.
He
took
a
kite-line
from
his
pocket
,
tied
it
to
a
projection
,
and
he
and
Becky
started
,
Tom
in
the
lead
,
unwinding
the
line
as
he
groped
along
.
At
the
end
of
twenty
steps
the
corridor
ended
in
a
"
jumping-off
place
.
"
Tom
got
down
on
his
knees
and
felt
below
,
and
then
as
far
around
the
corner
as
he
could
reach
with
his
hands
conveniently
;
he
made
an
effort
to
stretch
yet
a
little
farther
to
the
right
,
and
at
that
moment
,
not
twenty
yards
away
,
a
human
hand
,
holding
a
candle
,
appeared
from
behind
a
rock
!
Tom
lifted
up
a
glorious
shout
,
and
instantly
that
hand
was
followed
by
the
body
it
belonged
to
--
Injun
Joe
's
!
Tom
was
paralyzed
;
he
could
not
move
.
He
was
vastly
gratified
the
next
moment
,
to
see
the
"
Spaniard
"
take
to
his
heels
and
get
himself
out
of
sight
.
Tom
wondered
that
Joe
had
not
recognized
his
voice
and
come
over
and
killed
him
for
testifying
in
court
.
But
the
echoes
must
have
disguised
the
voice
.
Without
doubt
,
that
was
it
,
he
reasoned
.
Tom
's
fright
weakened
every
muscle
in
his
body
.
He
said
to
himself
that
if
he
had
strength
enough
to
get
back
to
the
spring
he
would
stay
there
,
and
nothing
should
tempt
him
to
run
the
risk
of
meeting
Injun
Joe
again
.
He
was
careful
to
keep
from
Becky
what
it
was
he
had
seen
.
He
told
her
he
had
only
shouted
"
for
luck
.
"
But
hunger
and
wretchedness
rise
superior
to
fears
in
the
long
run
.
Another
tedious
wait
at
the
spring
and
another
long
sleep
brought
changes
.
The
children
awoke
tortured
with
a
raging
hunger
.
Tom
believed
that
it
must
be
Wednesday
or
Thursday
or
even
Friday
or
Saturday
,
now
,
and
that
the
search
had
been
given
over
.
He
proposed
to
explore
another
passage
.
He
felt
willing
to
risk
Injun
Joe
and
all
other
terrors
.
But
Becky
was
very
weak
.
She
had
sunk
into
a
dreary
apathy
and
would
not
be
roused
.
She
said
she
would
wait
,
now
,
where
she
was
,
and
die
--
it
would
not
be
long
.
She
told
Tom
to
go
with
the
kite-line
and
explore
if
he
chose
;
but
she
implored
him
to
come
back
every
little
while
and
speak
to
her
;
and
she
made
him
promise
that
when
the
awful
time
came
,
he
would
stay
by
her
and
hold
her
hand
until
all
was
over
.
Tom
kissed
her
,
with
a
choking
sensation
in
his
throat
,
and
made
a
show
of
being
confident
of
finding
the
searchers
or
an
escape
from
the
cave
;
then
he
took
the
kite-line
in
his
hand
and
went
groping
down
one
of
the
passages
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
distressed
with
hunger
and
sick
with
bodings
of
coming
doom
.
Tuesday
afternoon
came
,
and
waned
to
the
twilight
.
The
village
of
St.
Petersburg
still
mourned
.
The
lost
children
had
not
been
found
.
Public
prayers
had
been
offered
up
for
them
,
and
many
and
many
a
private
prayer
that
had
the
petitioner
's
whole
heart
in
it
;
but
still
no
good
news
came
from
the
cave
.
The
majority
of
the
searchers
had
given
up
the
quest
and
gone
back
to
their
daily
avocations
,
saying
that
it
was
plain
the
children
could
never
be
found
.
Mrs.
Thatcher
was
very
ill
,
and
a
great
part
of
the
time
delirious
.
People
said
it
was
heartbreaking
to
hear
her
call
her
child
,
and
raise
her
head
and
listen
a
whole
minute
at
a
time
,
then
lay
it
wearily
down
again
with
a
moan
.
Aunt
Polly
had
drooped
into
a
settled
melancholy
,
and
her
gray
hair
had
grown
almost
white
.
The
village
went
to
its
rest
on
Tuesday
night
,
sad
and
forlorn
.
Away
in
the
middle
of
the
night
a
wild
peal
burst
from
the
village
bells
,
and
in
a
moment
the
streets
were
swarming
with
frantic
half-clad
people
,
who
shouted
,
"
Turn
out
!
turn
out
!
they
're
found
!
they
're
found
!
"
Tin
pans
and
horns
were
added
to
the
din
,
the
population
massed
itself
and
moved
toward
the
river
,
met
the
children
coming
in
an
open
carriage
drawn
by
shouting
citizens
,
thronged
around
it
,
joined
its
homeward
march
,
and
swept
magnificently
up
the
main
street
roaring
huzzah
after
huzzah
!
The
village
was
illuminated
;
nobody
went
to
bed
again
;
it
was
the
greatest
night
the
little
town
had
ever
seen
.
During
the
first
half-hour
a
procession
of
villagers
filed
through
Judge
Thatcher
's
house
,
seized
the
saved
ones
and
kissed
them
,
squeezed
Mrs.
Thatcher
's
hand
,
tried
to
speak
but
could
n't
--
and
drifted
out
raining
tears
all
over
the
place
.
Aunt
Polly
's
happiness
was
complete
,
and
Mrs.
Thatcher
's
nearly
so
.
It
would
be
complete
,
however
,
as
soon
as
the
messenger
dispatched
with
the
great
news
to
the
cave
should
get
the
word
to
her
husband
.
Tom
lay
upon
a
sofa
with
an
eager
auditory
about
him
and
told
the
history
of
the
wonderful
adventure
,
putting
in
many
striking
additions
to
adorn
it
withal
;
and
closed
with
a
description
of
how
he
left
Becky
and
went
on
an
exploring
expedition
;
how
he
followed
two
avenues
as
far
as
his
kite-line
would
reach
;
how
he
followed
a
third
to
the
fullest
stretch
of
the
kite-line
,
and
was
about
to
turn
back
when
he
glimpsed
a
far-off
speck
that
looked
like
daylight
;
dropped
the
line
and
groped
toward
it
,
pushed
his
head
and
shoulders
through
a
small
hole
,
and
saw
the
broad
Mississippi
rolling
by
!
And
if
it
had
only
happened
to
be
night
he
would
not
have
seen
that
speck
of
daylight
and
would
not
have
explored
that
passage
any
more
!
He
told
how
he
went
back
for
Becky
and
broke
the
good
news
and
she
told
him
not
to
fret
her
with
such
stuff
,
for
she
was
tired
,
and
knew
she
was
going
to
die
,
and
wanted
to
.
He
described
how
he
labored
with
her
and
convinced
her
;
and
how
she
almost
died
for
joy
when
she
had
groped
to
where
she
actually
saw
the
blue
speck
of
daylight
;
how
he
pushed
his
way
out
at
the
hole
and
then
helped
her
out
;
how
they
sat
there
and
cried
for
gladness
;
how
some
men
came
along
in
a
skiff
and
Tom
hailed
them
and
told
them
their
situation
and
their
famished
condition
;
how
the
men
did
n't
believe
the
wild
tale
at
first
,
"
because
,
"
said
they
,
"
you
are
five
miles
down
the
river
below
the
valley
the
cave
is
in
"
--
then
took
them
aboard
,
rowed
to
a
house
,
gave
them
supper
,
made
them
rest
till
two
or
three
hours
after
dark
and
then
brought
them
home
.
Before
day-dawn
,
Judge
Thatcher
and
the
handful
of
searchers
with
him
were
tracked
out
,
in
the
cave
,
by
the
twine
clews
they
had
strung
behind
them
,
and
informed
of
the
great
news
.
