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When
they
were
well
exhausted
,
they
would
run
out
and
sprawl
on
the
dry
,
hot
sand
,
and
lie
there
and
cover
themselves
up
with
it
,
and
by
and
by
break
for
the
water
again
and
go
through
the
original
performance
once
more
.
Finally
it
occurred
to
them
that
their
naked
skin
represented
flesh-colored
"
tights
"
very
fairly
;
so
they
drew
a
ring
in
the
sand
and
had
a
circus
--
with
three
clowns
in
it
,
for
none
would
yield
this
proudest
post
to
his
neighbor
.
Next
they
got
their
marbles
and
played
"
knucks
"
and
"
ring-taw
"
and
"
keeps
"
till
that
amusement
grew
stale
.
Then
Joe
and
Huck
had
another
swim
,
but
Tom
would
not
venture
,
because
he
found
that
in
kicking
off
his
trousers
he
had
kicked
his
string
of
rattlesnake
rattles
off
his
ankle
,
and
he
wondered
how
he
had
escaped
cramp
so
long
without
the
protection
of
this
mysterious
charm
.
He
did
not
venture
again
until
he
had
found
it
,
and
by
that
time
the
other
boys
were
tired
and
ready
to
rest
.
They
gradually
wandered
apart
,
dropped
into
the
"
dumps
,
"
and
fell
to
gazing
longingly
across
the
wide
river
to
where
the
village
lay
drowsing
in
the
sun
.
Tom
found
himself
writing
"
BECKY
"
in
the
sand
with
his
big
toe
;
he
scratched
it
out
,
and
was
angry
with
himself
for
his
weakness
.
But
he
wrote
it
again
,
nevertheless
;
he
could
not
help
it
.
He
erased
it
once
more
and
then
took
himself
out
of
temptation
by
driving
the
other
boys
together
and
joining
them
.
But
Joe
's
spirits
had
gone
down
almost
beyond
resurrection
.
He
was
so
homesick
that
he
could
hardly
endure
the
misery
of
it
.
The
tears
lay
very
near
the
surface
.
Huck
was
melancholy
,
too
.
Tom
was
downhearted
,
but
tried
hard
not
to
show
it
.
He
had
a
secret
which
he
was
not
ready
to
tell
,
yet
,
but
if
this
mutinous
depression
was
not
broken
up
soon
,
he
would
have
to
bring
it
out
.
He
said
,
with
a
great
show
of
cheerfulness
:
"
I
bet
there
's
been
pirates
on
this
island
before
,
boys
.
We
'll
explore
it
again
.
They
've
hid
treasures
here
somewhere
.
How
'd
you
feel
to
light
on
a
rotten
chest
full
of
gold
and
silver
--
hey
?
"
But
it
roused
only
faint
enthusiasm
,
which
faded
out
,
with
no
reply
.
Tom
tried
one
or
two
other
seductions
;
but
they
failed
,
too
.
It
was
discouraging
work
.
Joe
sat
poking
up
the
sand
with
a
stick
and
looking
very
gloomy
.
Finally
he
said
:
"
Oh
,
boys
,
let
's
give
it
up
.
I
want
to
go
home
.
It
's
so
lonesome
.
"
"
Oh
no
,
Joe
,
you
'll
feel
better
by
and
by
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Just
think
of
the
fishing
that
's
here
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
for
fishing
.
I
want
to
go
home
.
"
"
But
,
Joe
,
there
ai
n't
such
another
swimming-place
anywhere
.
"
