Приключения Тома Сойера

Chapter 10

           "Holdon!Don’tdothat. Apin’sbrass. Itmighthaveverdigreaseonit." 

           "What’sverdigrease?" 

           "It’sp’ison.That’swhatitis. Youjustswallersomeofitonce—you’llsee." 

           SoTomunwoundthethreadfromoneofhisneedles,andeachboyprickedtheballofhisthumbandsqueezedoutadropofblood. Intime,aftermanysqueezes,Tommanagedtosignhisinitials,usingtheballofhislittlefingerforapen. ThenheshowedHuckleberryhowtomakeanHandanF,andtheoathwascomplete. Theyburiedtheshingleclosetothewall,withsomedismalceremoniesandincantations,andthefettersthatboundtheirtongueswereconsideredtobelockedandthekeythrownaway. 

           Afigurecreptstealthilythroughabreakintheotherendoftheruinedbuilding,now,buttheydidnotnoticeit. 

           "Tom,"whisperedHuckleberry,"doesthiskeepusfromEVERtelling—ALWAYS?" 

           "Ofcourseitdoes. Itdon’tmakeanydifferenceWHAThappens,wegottokeepmum. We’ddropdowndead—don’tYOUknowthat?" 

           "Yes,Ireckonthat’sso." 

           Theycontinuedtowhisperforsomelittletime. Presentlyadogsetupalong,lugubrioushowljustoutside—withintenfeetofthem. Theboysclaspedeachothersuddenly,inanagonyoffright. 

           "Whichofusdoeshemean?"gaspedHuckleberry. 

           "Idono—peepthroughthecrack.Quick!" 

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