Ninth chapter.
AT NINE THAT NIGHT TOM AND SID WERE SENT TO BED AS
USUAL.
They prayed, and Sid was soon asleep. Tom was waiting.
Time passed very slowly. Little noises came out of the
darkness.
The cry of a far off dog was heard in the night air,
and was answered by another dog. By that time Tom was asleep.
Then there came, among his dreams, the call of a cat.
A neighbor opened a window.
Tom heard this, and a minute later he was through his window. He “meowed” as he
went. Then he jumped. Huckleberry Finn was there with his dead cat.
In half
an hour the boys were in the graveyard. The graveyard was on a hill, a mile and a half from the
village.
There was an old board fence around it. A light wind
sounded in the trees, and Tom was afraid that the sound came from the spirits of the dead. The boys
talked little. The time and the place and the quiet were heavy on their hearts.
They found the new grave and sat down under the branches of three big trees
near it.
They waited a long time. After a while, Tom felt that
he must talk. “Huck, do you believe that the dead people are pleased to have us
here?”
“I wish I knew.”
“Huck, do you think Hoss Williams hears us talking?”
“His spirit hears us.”
“I wish I had said Mr. Williams. But all the people
said Hoss.”
“You must be careful
how you talk about dead people, Tom.”
There was no more talk for a while.
Then Tom touched Huck’s arm. “Did you hear it? There
it is again! Now you hear it.”
The two held each other with fastbeating hearts.
“Tom, they are coming! What shall we do?”
“I do not know. Will they see us?”
“Tom, they can see in the dark, like cats. I wish I
had not come.”
“Oh, do not be afraid. We are doing nothing. If we are
completely quiet, perhaps they won’t see us.”
“I will try, Tom. But I am shaking.”
“Listen!”
The sound of voices came from the far end of the
graveyard.
“Look! See there!” said Tom. “What is it?”
“It is devilfire. Oh, Tom, this is very bad.”
Some dark shapes came near, carrying a light.
Huckleberry said, shaking more, “It is the devils. Three of them. Tom, we are
in great trouble. Can you pray?”
“I will try.” Tom began to pray.
“Tom! They are human! That is old Muff Potter’s voice.
He is drunk, as usual. He won’t see us.”
“Huck, I know another voice. It is Indian Joe.”
“Devils would be better than that halfIndian. What do
they want here?”
Then the boys were quiet, because the three men had
arrived at the new grave. “Here it is,” said the third voice. In the light the
boys saw the face of young Doctor Robinson. He was so near that the boys could
have touched him.
“Hurry, men!” he said. “The moon may appear from
behind the clouds.”
The other two men began opening the grave. For a while
no sound was heard except the sound of their work.
Then they came to the box which contained the body.
They opened it and lifted the body out of the box. The moon appeared and the
dead man’s face could be seen.
Potter held up a knife. “Now, Doctor, the thing is
ready. And here it stays unless you pay us five dollars more.”
“You have your money,” the doctor said.
“You and your father once sent me to jail,” Indian Joe
said. “Five years ago. Do you think I would forget? Now you pay!”
The doctor hit him suddenly, and Indian Joe fell.
Potter dropped his knife. “You hit my friend!” he
said. He jumped at the doctor and the two began fighting.
Now Indian Joe was on his feet again. He picked up
Potter’s knife, and began moving like a cat, around and around the fighters. He
was watching for a chance to strike the doctor. Suddenly the doctor was free.
He picked up a board and used it to strike Potter, who fell quickly to the
ground.
At the same moment Indian Joe saw his chance. The
whole length of his knife went into the doctor’s body. The doctor fell, partly on
Potter, covering Potter with his blood.
Clouds covered the moon, and the two boys ran into the
darkness.
When the moon appeared again, Indian Joe was looking
down at the two men lying on the ground. The doctor made some sounds that were
not possible to understand, and then, after a long breath, he was quiet. The
Indian said, “Now that is finished!”
He put the knife in Potter’s right hand. Then he sat
down and waited.
Soon Potter began
to move. His hand closed on the knife. He looked at it and let it fall. Then he
sat up and looked at the doctor’s body.
“What happened, Joe?” he said.
“It is a bad business,” said Joe. “Why did you do it?”
“I! I never did it!” Potter was shaking. “I was drunk.
I do not remember what happened. Did I do it, Joe? I never wanted to do it.”
“He hit you and then you did it. But you have always
been good to me, Muff Potter. I won’t tell.”
“Oh, Joe, I will bless you for that as long as I
live.” And Potter began to weep.
“This is no time for weeping. You go that way and I
will go this way. Move, now.”
Potter started running. Joe stood watching him. “He
forgets his knife because he is drunk. When he remembers, he will be afraid to return for it.”
Two or three minutes later the dead doctor, the body from the grave, the opened
box, was alone under the moon. The quiet was complete again.
Activity
1.
Find
synonyms of the underlined words.
2. Find the unknown words in the diccionary.
3. Find Homonyms of the underlined words
4. Look for the main idea of the text.