Пригоди Тома Сойєра

Chapter 8

           Thesandbegantowork,andpresentlyasmallblackbugappearedforasecondandthendartedunderagaininafright. 

           "Hedasn’ttell! SoitWASawitchthatdoneit. Ijustknowedit." 

           Hewellknewthefutilityoftryingtocontendagainstwitches,sohegaveupdiscouraged. Butitoccurredtohimthathemightaswellhavethemarblehehadjustthrownaway,andthereforehewentandmadeapatientsearchforit. Buthecouldnotfindit. Nowhewentbacktohistreasure-houseandcarefullyplacedhimselfjustashehadbeenstandingwhenhetossedthemarbleaway;thenhetookanothermarblefromhispocketandtosseditinthesameway,saying: 

           "Brother,gofindyourbrother!" 

           Hewatchedwhereitstopped,andwentthereandlooked. Butitmusthavefallenshortorgonetoofar; sohetriedtwicemore. Thelastrepetitionwassuccessful. Thetwomarbleslaywithinafootofeachother. 

           Justheretheblastofatoytintrumpetcamefaintlydownthegreenaislesoftheforest. Tomflungoffhisjacketandtrousers,turnedasuspenderintoabelt,rakedawaysomebrushbehindtherottenlog,disclosingarudebowandarrow,alathswordandatintrumpet, andinamomenthadseizedthesethingsandboundedaway,barelegged,withflutteringshirt. Hepresentlyhaltedunderagreatelm,blewanansweringblast,andthenbegantotiptoeandlookwarilyout,thiswayandthat. Hesaidcautiouslytoanimaginarycompany: 

           "Hold,mymerrymen! KeephidtillIblow." 

           NowappearedJoeHarper,asairilycladandelaboratelyarmedasTom. Tomcalled: 

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