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〃Of burglar's tools。 Why; what's the MATTER with you?〃
Huck sank back; panting gently; but deeply; unutterably grateful。 The Welshman eyed him gravely; curiously  and presently said:
〃Yes; burglar's tools。 That appears to relieve you a good deal。 But what did give you that turn? What were YOU expecting we'd found?〃
Huck was in a close place  the inquiring eye was upon him  he would have given anything for material for a plausible answer  nothing suggested itself  the inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper  a senseless reply offered  there was no time to weigh it; so at a venture he uttered it  feebly:
〃Sunday…school books; maybe。〃
Poor Huck was too distressed to smile; but the old man laughed loud and joyously; shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot; and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a…man's pocket; because it cut down the doctor's bill like everything。 Then he added:
〃Poor old chap; you're white and jaded  you ain't well a bit  no wonder you're a little flighty and off your balance。 But you'll come out of it。 Rest and sleep will fetch you out all right; I hope。〃
Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and betrayed such a suspicious excitement; for he had dropped the idea that the parcel brought from the tavern was the treasure; as soon as he had heard the talk at the widow's stile。 He had only thought it was not the treasure; however  he had not known that it wasn't  and so the suggestion of a captured bundle was too much for his self…possession。 But on the whole he felt glad the little episode had happened; for now he knew beyond all question that that bundle was not THE bundle; and so his mind was at rest and exceedingly comfortable。 In fact; everything seemed to be drifting just in the right direction; now; the treasure must be still in No。 2; the men would be captured and jailed that day; and he and Tom could seize the gold that night without any trouble or any fear of interruption。
Just as breakfast was completed there was a knock at the door。 Huck jumped for a hiding…place; for he had no mind to be connected even remotely with the late event。 The Welshman admitted several ladies and gentlemen; among them the Widow Douglas; and noticed that groups of citizens were climbing up the hill  to stare at the stile。 So the news had spread。 The Welshman had to tell the story of the night to the visitors。 The widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken。
〃Don't say a word about it; madam。 There's another that you're more beholden to than you are to me and my boys; maybe; but he don't allow me to tell his name。 We wouldn't have been there but for him。〃
Of course this excited a curiosity so vast that it almost belittled the main matter  but the Welshman allowed it to eat into the vitals of his visitors; and through them be transmitted to the whole town; for he refused to part with his secret。 When all else had been learned; the widow said:
〃I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all that noise。 Why didn't you come and wake me?〃
〃We judged it warn't worth while。 Those fellows warn't likely to come again  they hadn't any tools left to work with; and what was the use of waking you up and scaring you to death? My three negro men stood guard at your house all the rest of the night。 They've just come back。〃
More visitors came; and the story had to be told and retold for a couple of hours more。
There was no Sabbath…school during day…school vacation; but everybody was early at church。 The stirring event was well canvassed。 News came that not a sign of the two villains had been yet discovered。 When the sermon was finished; Judge Thatcher's wife dropped alongside of Mrs。 Harper as she moved down the aisle with the crowd and said:
〃Is my Becky going to sleep all day? I just expected she would be tired to death。〃
〃Your Becky?〃
〃Yes;〃 with a startled look  〃didn't she stay with you last night?〃
〃Why; no。〃
Mrs。 Thatcher turned pale; and sank into a pew; just as Aunt Polly; talking briskly with a friend; passed by。 Aunt Polly said:
〃Good…morning; Mrs。 Thatcher。 Good…morning; Mrs。 Harper。 I've got a boy that's turned up missing。 I reckon my Tom stayed at your house last night  one of you。 And now he's afraid to come to church。 I've got to settle with him。〃
Mrs。 Thatcher shook her head feebly and turned paler than ever。
〃He didn't stay with us;〃 said Mrs。 Harper; beginning to look uneasy。 A marked anxiety came into Aunt Polly's face。
〃Joe Harper; have you seen my Tom this morning?〃
〃No'm。〃
〃When did you see him last?〃
Joe tried to remember; but was not sure he could say。 The people had stopped moving out of church。 Whispers passed along; and a boding uneasiness took possession of every countenance。 Children were anxiously questioned; and young teachers。 They all said they had not noticed whether Tom and Becky were on board the ferryboat on the homeward trip; it was dark; no one thought of inquiring if any one was missing。 One young man finally blurted out his fear that they were still in the cave! Mrs。 Thatcher swooned away。 Aunt Polly fell to crying and wringing her hands。
The alarm swept from lip to lip; from group to group; from street to street; and within five minutes the bells were wildly clanging and the whole town was up! The Cardiff Hill episode sank into instant insignificance; the burglars were forgotten; horses were saddled; skiffs were manned; the ferryboat ordered out; and before the horror was half an hour old; two hundred men were pouring down highroad and river toward the cave。
All the long afternoon the village seemed empty and dead。 Many women visited Aunt Polly and Mrs。 Thatcher and tried to comfort them。 They cried with them; too; and that was still better than words。 All the tedious night the town waited for news; but when the morning dawned at last; all the word that came was; 〃Send more candles  and send food。〃 Mrs。 Thatcher was almost crazed; and Aunt Polly; also。 Judge Thatcher sent messages of hope and encouragement from the cave; but they conveyed no real cheer。
The old Welshman came home toward daylight; spattered with candle…grease; smeared with clay; and almost worn out。 He found Huck still in the bed that had been provided for him; and delirious with fever。 The physicians were all at the cave; so the Widow Douglas came and took charge of the patient。 She said she would do her best by him; because; whether he was good; bad; or indifferent; he was the Lord's; and nothing that was the Lord's was a thing to be neglected。 The Welshman said Huck had good spots in him; and the widow said:
〃You can depend on it。 That's the Lord's mark。 He don't leave it off。 He never does。 Puts it somewhere on every creature that comes from his hands。〃
Early in the forenoon parties of jaded men began to straggle into the village; but the strongest of the citizens continued searching。 All the news that could be gained was that remotenesses of the cavern were being ransacked that had never been visited before; that every corner and crevice was going to be thoroughly searched; that wherever one wandered through the maze of passages; lights were to be seen flitting hither and thither in the distance; and shoutings and pistol…shots sent their hollow reverberations to the ear down the sombre aisles。 In one place; far from the section usually traversed by tourists; the names 〃BECKY & TOM〃 had been found traced upon the rocky wall with candle…smoke; and near at hand a grease…soiled bit of ribbon。 Mrs。 Thatcher recognized the ribbon and cried over it。 She said it was the last relic she should ever have of her child; and that no other memorial of her could ever be so precious; because this one parted latest from the living body before the awful death came。 Some said that now and then; in the cave; a far…away speck of light would glimmer; and then a glorious shout would burst forth and a score of men go trooping down the echoing aisle  and then a sickening disappointment always followed; the children were not there; it was only a searcher's light。
Three dreadful days and nights dragged their tedious hours along; and the village sank into a hopeless stupor。 No one had heart for anything。 The accidental discovery; just made; that the proprietor of the Temperance Tavern kept liquor on his premises; scarcely fluttered the public pulse; tremendous as the fact was。 In a lucid interval; Huck feebly led up to the subject of taverns; and finally asked  dimly dreading the worst  if anything had been discovered at the Temperance Tavern since he had been ill。
〃Yes;〃 said the widow。
Huck started up in bed; wild…eyed:
〃What? What was it?〃
〃Liquor!  and the place has been shut up。 Lie down; child  what a turn you did give me!〃
〃Only tell me just one thing  only just one  please! Was it Tom Sawyer that found it?〃
The widow burst into tears。 〃Hush; hush; child; hush! I've told you before; you must not talk。 You are very; very sick!〃
Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been a great powwow if it had been the gold。 So the treasure was gone forever  gone forever! But what could she be crying about? Curious that she should cry。
These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind; and under the weariness they gave him he fell asleep。 The widow said 

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