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"
Oh
,
Joe
,
you
're
an
angel
.
I
'll
bless
you
for
this
the
longest
day
I
live
.
"
And
Potter
began
to
cry
.
"
Come
,
now
,
that
's
enough
of
that
.
This
ai
n't
any
time
for
blubbering
.
You
be
off
yonder
way
and
I
'll
go
this
.
Move
,
now
,
and
do
n't
leave
any
tracks
behind
you
.
"
Potter
started
on
a
trot
that
quickly
increased
to
a
run
.
The
half-breed
stood
looking
after
him
.
He
muttered
:
"
If
he
's
as
much
stunned
with
the
lick
and
fuddled
with
the
rum
as
he
had
the
look
of
being
,
he
wo
n't
think
of
the
knife
till
he
's
gone
so
far
he
'll
be
afraid
to
come
back
after
it
to
such
a
place
by
himself
--
chicken-heart
!
"
Two
or
three
minutes
later
the
murdered
man
,
the
blanketed
corpse
,
the
lidless
coffin
,
and
the
open
grave
were
under
no
inspection
but
the
moon
's
.
The
stillness
was
complete
again
,
too
.
The
two
boys
flew
on
and
on
,
toward
the
village
,
speechless
with
horror
.
They
glanced
backward
over
their
shoulders
from
time
to
time
,
apprehensively
,
as
if
they
feared
they
might
be
followed
.
Every
stump
that
started
up
in
their
path
seemed
a
man
and
an
enemy
,
and
made
them
catch
their
breath
;
and
as
they
sped
by
some
outlying
cottages
that
lay
near
the
village
,
the
barking
of
the
aroused
watch-dogs
seemed
to
give
wings
to
their
feet
.
"
If
we
can
only
get
to
the
old
tannery
before
we
break
down
!
"
whispered
Tom
,
in
short
catches
between
breaths
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
it
much
longer
.
"
Huckleberry
's
hard
pantings
were
his
only
reply
,
and
the
boys
fixed
their
eyes
on
the
goal
of
their
hopes
and
bent
to
their
work
to
win
it
.
They
gained
steadily
on
it
,
and
at
last
,
breast
to
breast
,
they
burst
through
the
open
door
and
fell
grateful
and
exhausted
in
the
sheltering
shadows
beyond
.
By
and
by
their
pulses
slowed
down
,
and
Tom
whispered
:
"
Huckleberry
,
what
do
you
reckon
'll
come
of
this
?
"
"
If
Doctor
Robinson
dies
,
I
reckon
hanging
'll
come
of
it
.
"
