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Huck's story, in fact, was soon causing quite grown-up discussions discussions as to its psychology and moral phases, matters which do not interest small people, who are always on Huck's side in everything, and quite willing that he should take any risk of body or soul for the sake of Nigger Jim.
If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. His eyes were staring wide, now, and his breath suspended waiting for the answer. The Welshman started stared in return three seconds five seconds ten then replied: "Of burglar's tools. Why, what's the MATTER with you?"
Tom sung out: "Me and Huck's found Jubiter Dunlap's corpse all by ourselves with a bloodhound, after everybody else had quit hunting and given it up; and if it hadn't a been for us it never WOULD 'a' been found; and he WAS murdered too they done it with a club or something like that; and I'm going to start in and find the murderer, next, and I bet I'll do it!"
This question was not entirely answered in Huck's slow mind before he found himself pushed, along with Tom, into Mrs. Douglas' drawing-room. Mr. Jones left the wagon near the door and followed. The place was grandly lighted, and everybody that was of any consequence in the village was there.
What marvelous talk that must have been! "Huck Finn" was one of Stevenson's favorites, and once he told how he had insisted on reading the book aloud to an artist who was painting his portrait. The painter had protested at first, but presently had fallen a complete victim to Huck's story. It cannot be safe for a man at my time of life to laugh so much."
But Huck, we can't let you into the gang if you ain't respectable, you know." Huck's joy was quenched. "Can't let me in, Tom? Didn't you let me go for a pirate?" "Yes, but that's different. A robber is more high-toned than what a pirate is as a general thing. In most countries they're awful high up in the nobility dukes and such." "Now, Tom, hain't you always ben friendly to me?
"Please don't ever tell I told you," were Huck's first words when he got in. "Please don't I'd be killed, sure but the widow's been good friends to me sometimes, and I want to tell I WILL tell if you'll promise you won't ever say it was me." "By George, he HAS got something to tell, or he wouldn't act so!" exclaimed the old man; "out with it and nobody here'll ever tell, lad."
Harding received the honors heaped upon him in a modest manner, and when asked by Landlord Larry if he had seen any road-agents, answered: "Not one." "All quiet along the trail, then?" "As quiet as the grave." "I suppose you were anxious upon reaching the Dead Line?" "I think the horses were more nervous than I was, for they at least showed it." "You told the agent at W about old Huck's fate?"
The invitations were sent out before sunset, and straightway the young folks of the village were thrown into a fever of preparation and pleasurable anticipation. Tom's excitement enabled him to keep awake until a pretty late hour, and he had good hopes of hearing Huck's "maow," and of having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers with, next day; but he was disappointed.
Huck's scared voice answered in a low tone: "Please let me in! It's only Huck Finn!" "It's a name that can open this door night or day, lad! and welcome!" These were strange words to the vagabond boy's ears, and the pleasantest he had ever heard. He could not recollect that the closing word had ever been applied in his case before. The door was quickly unlocked, and he entered.
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