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"
I
could
n't
help
it
--
I
could
n't
help
it
,
"
Potter
moaned
.
"
I
wanted
to
run
away
,
but
I
could
n't
seem
to
come
anywhere
but
here
.
"
And
he
fell
to
sobbing
again
.
Injun
Joe
repeated
his
statement
,
just
as
calmly
,
a
few
minutes
afterward
on
the
inquest
,
under
oath
;
and
the
boys
,
seeing
that
the
lightnings
were
still
withheld
,
were
confirmed
in
their
belief
that
Joe
had
sold
himself
to
the
devil
.
He
was
now
become
,
to
them
,
the
most
balefully
interesting
object
they
had
ever
looked
upon
,
and
they
could
not
take
their
fascinated
eyes
from
his
face
.
They
inwardly
resolved
to
watch
him
nights
,
when
opportunity
should
offer
,
in
the
hope
of
getting
a
glimpse
of
his
dread
master
.
Injun
Joe
helped
to
raise
the
body
of
the
murdered
man
and
put
it
in
a
wagon
for
removal
;
and
it
was
whispered
through
the
shuddering
crowd
that
the
wound
bled
a
little
!
The
boys
thought
that
this
happy
circumstance
would
turn
suspicion
in
the
right
direction
;
but
they
were
disappointed
,
for
more
than
one
villager
remarked
:
"
It
was
within
three
feet
of
Muff
Potter
when
it
done
it
.
"
Tom
's
fearful
secret
and
gnawing
conscience
disturbed
his
sleep
for
as
much
as
a
week
after
this
;
and
at
breakfast
one
morning
Sid
said
:
"
Tom
,
you
pitch
around
and
talk
in
your
sleep
so
much
that
you
keep
me
awake
half
the
time
.
"
Tom
blanched
and
dropped
his
eyes
.
"
It
's
a
bad
sign
,
"
said
Aunt
Polly
,
gravely
.
"
What
you
got
on
your
mind
,
Tom
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Nothing
'
t
I
know
of
.
"
But
the
boy
's
hand
shook
so
that
he
spilled
his
coffee
.
