Приключения Тома Сойера

Chapter 30

           Nowtrustme—tellmewhatitis,andtrustme—Iwon’tbetrayyou." 

           Hucklookedintotheoldman’shonesteyesamoment,thenbentoverandwhisperedinhisear: 

           "’Tain’taSpaniard—it’sInjunJoe!" 

           TheWelshmanalmostjumpedoutofhischair. Inamomenthesaid: 

           "It’sallplainenough,now. WhenyoutalkedaboutnotchingearsandslittingnosesIjudgedthatthatwasyourownembellishment,becausewhitemendon’ttakethatsortofrevenge. ButanInjun!That’sadifferentmatteraltogether." 

           Duringbreakfastthetalkwenton,andinthecourseofittheoldmansaidthatthelastthingwhichheandhissonshaddone,beforegoingtobed,wastogetalanternandexaminethestileanditsvicinityformarksofblood. Theyfoundnone,butcapturedabulkybundleof— 

           "OfWHAT?" 

           IfthewordshadbeenlightningtheycouldnothaveleapedwithamorestunningsuddennessfromHuck’sblanchedlips. Hiseyeswerestaringwide,now,andhisbreathsuspended—waitingfortheanswer. TheWelshmanstarted—staredinreturn—threeseconds—fiveseconds—ten—thenreplied: 

           "Ofburglar’stools. Why,what’stheMATTERwithyou?" 

           Hucksankback,pantinggently,butdeeply,unutterablygrateful. TheWelshmaneyedhimgravely,curiously—andpresentlysaid: 

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