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Chapter 29

           Huckfeltthatasilencewasgoingtoensue—athingstillmoreawfulthananyamountofmurderoustalk;soheheldhisbreathandsteppedgingerlyback; plantedhisfootcarefullyandfirmly,afterbalancing,one-legged,inaprecariouswayandalmosttopplingover,firstononesideandthenontheother. Hetookanotherstepback,withthesameelaborationandthesamerisks;thenanotherandanother,and—atwigsnappedunderhisfoot! Hisbreathstoppedandhelistened. Therewasnosound—thestillnesswasperfect. Hisgratitudewasmeasureless. Nowheturnedinhistracks,betweenthewallsofsumachbushes—turnedhimselfascarefullyasifhewereaship—andthensteppedquicklybutcautiouslyalong. Whenheemergedatthequarryhefeltsecure,andsohepickeduphisnimbleheelsandflew. Down,downhesped,tillhereachedtheWelshman’s. Hebangedatthedoor,andpresentlytheheadsoftheoldmanandhistwostalwartsonswerethrustfromwindows. 

           "What’stherowthere? Who’sbanging? Whatdoyouwant?" 

           "Letmein—quick! I’lltelleverything." 

           "Why,whoareyou?" 

           "HuckleberryFinn—quick,letmein!" 

           "HuckleberryFinn,indeed! Itain’tanametoopenmanydoors,Ijudge! Butlethimin,lads,andlet’sseewhat’sthetrouble." 

           "Pleasedon’tevertellItoldyou,"wereHuck’sfirstwordswhenhegotin. "Pleasedon’t—I’dbekilled,sure —butthewidow’sbeengoodfriendstomesometimes,andIwanttotell—IWILLtellifyou’llpromiseyouwon’teversayitwasme." 

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