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〃He dasn't tell! So it was a witch that done it。 I just knowed it。〃
He well knew the futility of trying to contend against witches; so he gave up discouraged。 But it occurred to him that he might as well have the marble he had just thrown away; and therefore he went and made a patient search for it。 But he could not find it。 Now he went back to his treasure…house and carefully placed himself just as he had been standing when he tossed the marble away; then he took another marble from his pocket and tossed it in the same way; saying:
〃Brother; go find your brother!〃
He watched where it stopped; and went there and looked。 But it must have fallen short or gone too far; so he tried twice more。 The last repetition was successful。 The two marbles lay within a foot of each other。
Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest。 Tom flung off his jacket and trousers; turned a suspender into a belt; raked away some brush behind the rotten log; disclosing a rude bow and arrow; a lath sword and a tin trumpet; and in a moment had seized these things and bounded away; barelegged; with fluttering shirt。 He presently halted under a great elm; blew an answering blast; and then began to tiptoe and look warily out; this way and that。 He said cautiously  to an imaginary company:
〃Hold; my merry men! Keep hid till I blow。〃
Now appeared Joe Harper; as airily clad and elaborately armed as Tom。 Tom called:
〃Hold! Who comes here into Sherwood Forest without my pass?〃
〃Guy of Guisborne wants no man's pass。 Who art thou that  that 〃
〃Dares to hold such language;〃 said Tom; prompting  for they talked 〃by the book;〃 from memory。
〃Who art thou that dares to hold such language?〃
〃I; indeed! I am Robin Hood; as thy caitiff carcase soon shall know。〃
〃Then art thou indeed that famous outlaw? Right gladly will I dispute with thee the passes of the merry wood。 Have at thee!〃
They took their lath swords; dumped their other traps on the ground; struck a fencing attitude; foot to foot; and began a grave; careful combat; 〃two up and two down。〃 Presently Tom said:
〃Now; if you've got the hang; go it lively!〃
So they 〃went it lively;〃 panting and perspiring with the work。 By and by Tom shouted:
〃Fall! fall! Why don't you fall?〃
〃I sha'n't! Why don't you fall yourself? You're getting the worst of it。〃
〃Why; that ain't anything。 I can't fall; that ain't the way it is in the book。 The book says; 'Then with one back…handed stroke he slew poor Guy of Guisborne。' You're to turn around and let me hit you in the back。〃
There was no getting around the authorities; so Joe turned; received the whack and fell。
〃Now;〃 said Joe; getting up; 〃you got to let me kill you。 That's fair。〃
〃Why; I can't do that; it ain't in the book。〃
〃Well; it's blamed mean  that's all。〃
〃Well; say; Joe; you can be Friar Tuck or Much the miller's son; and lam me with a quarter…staff; or I'll be the Sheriff of Nottingham and you be Robin Hood a little while and kill me。〃
This was satisfactory; and so these adventures were carried out。 Then Tom became Robin Hood again; and was allowed by the treacherous nun to bleed his strength away through his neglected wound。 And at last Joe; representing a whole tribe of weeping outlaws; dragged him sadly forth; gave his bow into his feeble hands; and Tom said; 〃Where this arrow falls; there bury poor Robin Hood under the greenwood tree。〃 Then he shot the arrow and fell back and would have died; but he lit on a nettle and sprang up too gaily for a corpse。
The boys dressed themselves; hid their accoutrements; and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more; and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss。 They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever。 
CHAPTER IX 
AT half…past nine; that night; Tom and Sid were sent to bed; as usual。 They said their prayers; and Sid was soon asleep。 Tom lay awake and waited; in restless impatience。 When it seemed to him that it must be nearly daylight; he heard the clock strike ten! This was despair。 He would have tossed and fidgeted; as his nerves demanded; but he was afraid he might wake Sid。 So he lay still; and stared up into the dark。 Everything was dismally still。 By and by; out of the stillness; little; scarcely preceptible noises began to emphasize themselves。 The ticking of the clock began to bring itself into notice。 Old beams began to crack mysteriously。 The stairs creaked faintly。 Evidently spirits were abroad。 A measured; muffled snore issued from Aunt Polly's chamber。 And now the tiresome chirping of a cricket that no human ingenuity could locate; began。 Next the ghastly ticking of a death…watch in the wall at the bed's head made Tom shudder  it meant that somebody's days were numbered。 Then the howl of a far…off dog rose on the night air; and was answered by a fainter howl from a remoter distance。 Tom was in an agony。 At last he was satisfied that time had ceased and eternity begun; he began to doze; in spite of himself; the clock chimed eleven; but he did not hear it。 And then there came; mingling with his half…formed dreams; a most melancholy caterwauling。 The raising of a neighboring window disturbed him。 A cry of 〃Scat! you devil!〃 and the crash of an empty bottle against the back of his aunt's woodshed brought him wide awake; and a single minute later he was dressed and out of the window and creeping along the roof of the 〃ell〃 on all fours。 He 〃meow'd〃 with caution once or twice; as he went; then jumped to the roof of the woodshed and thence to the ground。 Huckleberry Finn was there; with his dead cat。 The boys moved off and disappeared in the gloom。 At the end of half an hour they were wading through the tall grass of the graveyard。
It was a graveyard of the old…fashioned Western kind。 It was on a hill; about a mile and a half from the village。 It had a crazy board fence around it; which leaned inward in places; and outward the rest of the time; but stood upright nowhere。 Grass and weeds grew rank over the whole cemetery。 All the old graves were sunken in; there was not a tombstone on the place; round…topped; worm…eaten boards staggered over the graves; leaning for support and finding none。 〃Sacred to the memory of〃 So…and…So had been painted on them once; but it could no longer have been read; on the most of them; now; even if there had been light。
A faint wind moaned through the trees; and Tom feared it might be the spirits of the dead; complaining at being disturbed。 The boys talked little; and only under their breath; for the time and the place and the pervading solemnity and silence oppressed their spirits。 They found the sharp new heap they were seeking; and ensconced themselves within the protection of three great elms that grew in a bunch within a few feet of the grave。
Then they waited in silence for what seemed a long time。 The hooting of a distant owl was all the sound that troubled the dead stillness。 Tom's reflections grew oppressive。 He must force some talk。 So he said in a whisper:
〃Hucky; do you believe the dead people like it for us to be here?〃
Huckleberry whispered:
〃I wisht I knowed。 It's awful solemn like; AIN'T it?〃
〃I bet it is。〃
There was a considerable pause; while the boys canvassed this matter inwardly。 Then Tom whispered:
〃Say; Hucky  do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talking?〃
〃O' course he does。 Least his sperrit does。〃
Tom; after a pause:
〃I wish I'd said Mister Williams。 But I never meant any harm。 Everybody calls him Hoss。〃
〃A body can't be too partic'lar how they talk 'bout these…yer dead people; Tom。〃
This was a damper; and conversation died again。
Presently Tom seized his comrade's arm and said:
〃Sh!〃
〃What is it; Tom?〃 And the two clung together with beating hearts。
〃~sh! There 'tis again! Didn't you hear it?〃
〃I 〃
〃There! Now you hear it。〃
〃Lord; Tom; they're coming! They're coming; sure。 What'll we do?〃
〃I dono。 Think they'll see us?〃
〃Oh; Tom; they can see in the dark; same as cats。 I wisht I hadn't come。〃
〃Oh; don't be afeard。 I don't believe they'll bother us。 We ain't doing any harm。 If we keep perfectly still; maybe they won't notice us at all。〃
〃I'll try to; Tom; but; Lord; I'm all of a shiver。〃
〃Listen!〃
The boys bent their heads together and scarcely breathed。 A muffled sound of voices floated up from the far end of the graveyard。
〃Look! See there!〃 whispered Tom。 〃What is it?〃
〃It's devil…fire。 Oh; Tom; this is awful。〃
Some vague figures approached through the gloom; swinging an old…fashioned tin lantern that freckled the ground with innumerable little spangles of light。 Presently Huckleberry whispered with a shudder:
〃It's the devils sure enough。 Three of 'em! Lordy; Tom; we're goners! Can you pray?〃
〃I'll try; but don't you be afeard。 They ain't going to hurt us。 'Now I lay me down to sleep; I '〃
〃Sh!〃
〃What is it; Huck?〃
〃They're humans! One of 'em is; anyway。 One of 'em's old Muff Potter's voice。〃
〃No  'tain't so; is it?〃
〃I bet I know it。 Don't you stir nor budge。 He ain't sharp enough to notice us。 Drunk; the same as usual; likely  blamed old rip!〃
〃All right; I'll keep still。 Now they're stuck。 Can't find it。 Here they come again。 Now they're hot。 

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