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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 13, Página 4
“Courses,
tops’ls,
and
flying-jib,
sir.”
“Send
the
r’yals
up!
Lay
out
aloft,
there,
half
a
dozen
of
ye—foretopmaststuns’l!
Lively,
now!”
“Aye-aye,
sir!”
“Shake
out
that
maintogalans’l!
Sheets
and
braces!
now
my
hearties!”
“Aye-aye,
sir!”
“Hellum-a-lee—hard
a
port!
Stand
by
to
meet
her
when
she
comes!
Port,
port!
Now,
men!
With
a
will!
Stead-y-y-y!”
“Steady
it
is,
sir!”
The
raft
moved
past
the
middle
of
the
river.
The
boys
pointed
it
right
and
then
rested
their
oars.
The
river
was
not
high,
so
the
current
was
only
two
or
three
miles.
They
hardly
spoke
for
the
next
forty-five
minutes.
Now
the
raft
passed
the
distant
town.
Two
or
three
lights
showed
where
it
lay,
sleeping
peacefully,
unaware
of
the
big
event
happening.
The
Black
Avenger
stood
with
folded
arms,
“looking
his
last”
at
the
place
of
his
old
joys
and
later
troubles,
wishing
“she”
could
see
him
now.
He
was
on
the
wild
sea,
facing
danger
with
a
brave
heart,
going
to
his
fate
with
a
smile.
It
was
easy
for
him
to
imagine
Jackson’s
Island
out
of
sight
from
the
village,
so
he
“looked
his
last”
with
a
sad
but
happy
heart.
The
other
pirates
looked
their
last
too,
and
they
looked
so
long
that
they
almost
let
the
current
take
them
away
from
the
island.
But
they
noticed
the
danger
in
time
and
stopped
it.
Around
two
in
the
morning,
the
raft
hit
the
ground
on
a
sandbar
two
hundred
yards
above
the
island.
They
walked
back
and
forth
until
they
unloaded
their
things.
They
had
an
old
sail,
and
they
spread
it
over
some
bushes
for
a
tent
to
keep
their
food
dry.
But
they
would
sleep
outside
in
good
weather,
as
outlaws
should.
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