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Chapter 13
Hecouldnothavetumbledintotheriver,becausewewereonthewatersideofhim,andhewouldhavehadtoclimboverustodoit.
GeorgeandIgazedallabout.Thenwegazedateachother.
"Hashebeensnatcheduptoheaven?"Iqueried.
"They’dhardlyhavetakenthepietoo,"saidGeorge.
Thereseemedweightinthisobjection,andwediscardedtheheavenlytheory.
"Isupposethetruthofthematteris,"suggestedGeorge,descendingtothecommonplaceandpracticable,"thattherehasbeenanearthquake."
Andthenheadded,withatouchofsadnessinhisvoice: "Iwishhehadn’tbeencarvingthatpie."
Withasigh,weturnedoureyesoncemoretowardsthespotwhereHarrisandthepiehadlastbeenseenonearth; andthere,asourbloodfrozeinourveinsandourhairstooduponend,wesawHarris’shead—andnothingbuthishead—stickingboltuprightamongthetallgrass,thefaceveryred,andbearinguponitanexpressionofgreatindignation!
Georgewasthefirsttorecover.
"Speak!"hecried,"andtelluswhetheryouarealiveordead—andwhereistherestofyou?"
"Oh,don’tbeastupidass!"saidHarris’shead."Ibelieveyoudiditonpurpose."
"Didwhat?"exclaimedGeorgeandI.
"Why,putmetosithere—darnsillytrick!Here,catchholdofthepie."
Andoutofthemiddleoftheearth,asitseemedtous,rosethepie—verymuchmixedupanddamaged;and,afterit,scrambledHarris—tumbled,grubby,andwet.