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Tom
reached
school
ahead
of
time
.
It
was
noticed
that
this
strange
thing
had
been
occurring
every
day
latterly
.
And
now
,
as
usual
of
late
,
he
hung
about
the
gate
of
the
schoolyard
instead
of
playing
with
his
comrades
.
He
was
sick
,
he
said
,
and
he
looked
it
.
He
tried
to
seem
to
be
looking
everywhere
but
whither
he
really
was
looking
--
down
the
road
.
Presently
Jeff
Thatcher
hove
in
sight
,
and
Tom
's
face
lighted
;
he
gazed
a
moment
,
and
then
turned
sorrowfully
away
.
When
Jeff
arrived
,
Tom
accosted
him
;
and
"
led
up
"
warily
to
opportunities
for
remark
about
Becky
,
but
the
giddy
lad
never
could
see
the
bait
.
Tom
watched
and
watched
,
hoping
whenever
a
frisking
frock
came
in
sight
,
and
hating
the
owner
of
it
as
soon
as
he
saw
she
was
not
the
right
one
.
At
last
frocks
ceased
to
appear
,
and
he
dropped
hopelessly
into
the
dumps
;
he
entered
the
empty
schoolhouse
and
sat
down
to
suffer
.
Then
one
more
frock
passed
in
at
the
gate
,
and
Tom
's
heart
gave
a
great
bound
.
The
next
instant
he
was
out
,
and
"
going
on
"
like
an
Indian
;
yelling
,
laughing
,
chasing
boys
,
jumping
over
the
fence
at
risk
of
life
and
limb
,
throwing
handsprings
,
standing
on
his
head
--
doing
all
the
heroic
things
he
could
conceive
of
,
and
keeping
a
furtive
eye
out
,
all
the
while
,
to
see
if
Becky
Thatcher
was
noticing
.
But
she
seemed
to
be
unconscious
of
it
all
;
she
never
looked
.
Could
it
be
possible
that
she
was
not
aware
that
he
was
there
?
He
carried
his
exploits
to
her
immediate
vicinity
;
came
war-whooping
around
,
snatched
a
boy
's
cap
,
hurled
it
to
the
roof
of
the
schoolhouse
,
broke
through
a
group
of
boys
,
tumbling
them
in
every
direction
,
and
fell
sprawling
,
himself
,
under
Becky
's
nose
,
almost
upsetting
her
--
and
she
turned
,
with
her
nose
in
the
air
,
and
he
heard
her
say
:
"
Mf
!
some
people
think
they
're
mighty
smart
--
always
showing
off
!
"
Tom
's
cheeks
burned
.
He
gathered
himself
up
and
sneaked
off
,
crushed
and
crestfallen
.
Tom
's
mind
was
made
up
now
.
He
was
gloomy
and
desperate
.
He
was
a
forsaken
,
friendless
boy
,
he
said
;
nobody
loved
him
;
when
they
found
out
what
they
had
driven
him
to
,
perhaps
they
would
be
sorry
;
he
had
tried
to
do
right
and
get
along
,
but
they
would
not
let
him
;
since
nothing
would
do
them
but
to
be
rid
of
him
,
let
it
be
so
;
and
let
them
blame
HIM
for
the
consequences
--
why
should
n't
they
?
What
right
had
the
friendless
to
complain
?
Yes
,
they
had
forced
him
to
it
at
last
:
he
would
lead
a
life
of
crime
.
There
was
no
choice
.
By
this
time
he
was
far
down
Meadow
Lane
,
and
the
bell
for
school
to
"
take
up
"
tinkled
faintly
upon
his
ear
.
He
sobbed
,
now
,
to
think
he
should
never
,
never
hear
that
old
familiar
sound
any
more
--
it
was
very
hard
,
but
it
was
forced
on
him
;
since
he
was
driven
out
into
the
cold
world
,
he
must
submit
--
but
he
forgave
them
.
Then
the
sobs
came
thick
and
fast
.
Just
at
this
point
he
met
his
soul
's
sworn
comrade
,
Joe
Harper
--
hard-eyed
,
and
with
evidently
a
great
and
dismal
purpose
in
his
heart
.
Plainly
here
were
"
two
souls
with
but
a
single
thought
.
"
Tom
,
wiping
his
eyes
with
his
sleeve
,
began
to
blubber
out
something
about
a
resolution
to
escape
from
hard
usage
and
lack
of
sympathy
at
home
by
roaming
abroad
into
the
great
world
never
to
return
;
and
ended
by
hoping
that
Joe
would
not
forget
him
.
But
it
transpired
that
this
was
a
request
which
Joe
had
just
been
going
to
make
of
Tom
,
and
had
come
to
hunt
him
up
for
that
purpose
.
His
mother
had
whipped
him
for
drinking
some
cream
which
he
had
never
tasted
and
knew
nothing
about
;
it
was
plain
that
she
was
tired
of
him
and
wished
him
to
go
;
if
she
felt
that
way
,
there
was
nothing
for
him
to
do
but
succumb
;
he
hoped
she
would
be
happy
,
and
never
regret
having
driven
her
poor
boy
out
into
the
unfeeling
world
to
suffer
and
die
.
As
the
two
boys
walked
sorrowing
along
,
they
made
a
new
compact
to
stand
by
each
other
and
be
brothers
and
never
separate
till
death
relieved
them
of
their
troubles
.
Then
they
began
to
lay
their
plans
.
Joe
was
for
being
a
hermit
,
and
living
on
crusts
in
a
remote
cave
,
and
dying
,
some
time
,
of
cold
and
want
and
grief
;
but
after
listening
to
Tom
,
he
conceded
that
there
were
some
conspicuous
advantages
about
a
life
of
crime
,
and
so
he
consented
to
be
a
pirate
.
Three
miles
below
St.
Petersburg
,
at
a
point
where
the
Mississippi
River
was
a
trifle
over
a
mile
wide
,
there
was
a
long
,
narrow
,
wooded
island
,
with
a
shallow
bar
at
the
head
of
it
,
and
this
offered
well
as
a
rendezvous
.
It
was
not
inhabited
;
it
lay
far
over
toward
the
further
shore
,
abreast
a
dense
and
almost
wholly
unpeopled
forest
.
So
Jackson
's
Island
was
chosen
.
Who
were
to
be
the
subjects
of
their
piracies
was
a
matter
that
did
not
occur
to
them
.
Then
they
hunted
up
Huckleberry
Finn
,
and
he
joined
them
promptly
,
for
all
careers
were
one
to
him
;
he
was
indifferent
.
They
presently
separated
to
meet
at
a
lonely
spot
on
the
river-bank
two
miles
above
the
village
at
the
favorite
hour
--
which
was
midnight
.
There
was
a
small
log
raft
there
which
they
meant
to
capture
.
Each
would
bring
hooks
and
lines
,
and
such
provision
as
he
could
steal
in
the
most
dark
and
mysterious
way
--
as
became
outlaws
.
And
before
the
afternoon
was
done
,
they
had
all
managed
to
enjoy
the
sweet
glory
of
spreading
the
fact
that
pretty
soon
the
town
would
"
hear
something
.
"
All
who
got
this
vague
hint
were
cautioned
to
"
be
mum
and
wait
.
"
About
midnight
Tom
arrived
with
a
boiled
ham
and
a
few
trifles
,
and
stopped
in
a
dense
undergrowth
on
a
small
bluff
overlooking
the
meeting-place
.
It
was
starlight
,
and
very
still
.
The
mighty
river
lay
like
an
ocean
at
rest
.
Tom
listened
a
moment
,
but
no
sound
disturbed
the
quiet
.
Then
he
gave
a
low
,
distinct
whistle
.
It
was
answered
from
under
the
bluff
.
