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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 1
A
few
minutes
later,
Tom
was
in
the
shallow
water,
walking
toward
the
Illinois
shore.
Before
the
water
got
too
deep,
he
was
halfway
across.
The
current
was
too
strong,
so
he
started
swimming.
He
swam
upstream,
but
the
current
pushed
him
down
faster
than
he
thought.
Still,
he
reached
the
shore
and
walked
along
until
he
found
a
low
spot
to
climb
out.
He
checked
his
jacket
pocket
and
found
his
piece
of
bark
safe.
Then
he
walked
through
the
woods
by
the
shore,
his
clothes
dripping
wet.
Before
ten
o'clock,
he
came
to
an
open
place
across
from
the
village
and
saw
the
ferryboat
in
the
shadows.
Everything
was
quiet
under
the
stars.
He
crept
down
the
bank,
watching
carefully,
slipped
into
the
water,
swam
a
few
strokes,
and
climbed
into
the
small
boat
at
the
back
of
the
ferry.
He
lay
down
and
waited,
breathing
hard.
Soon,
the
bell
rang,
and
a
voice
said,
"Cast
off."
A
minute
later,
the
small
boat
was
moving
with
the
ferry,
and
the
trip
began.
Tom
felt
happy
because
he
knew
it
was
the
last
trip
of
the
night.
After
about
twelve
or
fifteen
minutes,
the
ferry
stopped.
Tom
slipped
into
the
water
and
swam
to
the
shore
in
the
dark,
landing
fifty
yards
downstream,
away
from
any
people.
He
ran
through
empty
alleys
and
soon
reached
his
aunt's
back
fence.
He
climbed
over,
went
to
the
side
of
the
house,
and
looked
in
the
sitting-room
window.
There
was
a
light
inside.
Aunt
Polly,
Sid,
Mary,
and
Joe
Harper's
mother
were
there,
talking.
They
were
by
the
bed,
and
the
bed
was
between
them
and
the
door.
Tom
went
to
the
door
and
slowly
lifted
the
latch.
He
pushed
gently,
and
the
door
opened
a
little.
He
pushed
more,
careful
not
to
make
noise,
until
he
thought
he
could
squeeze
through.
He
put
his
head
in
and
began
to
crawl.
"Why
is
the
candle
flickering?"
said
Aunt
Polly.
Tom
moved
quickly.
"Oh,
the
door
is
open,
I
think.
Yes,
it
is.
Strange
things
happening.
Go
close
it,
Sid."
Tom
hid
under
the
bed
just
in
time.
He
lay
there,
catching
his
breath,
then
moved
closer
to
his
aunt's
foot.
"As
I
was
saying,"
Aunt
Polly
said,
"he
wasn't
bad,
just
mischievous.
Just
a
bit
wild,
you
know.
He
wasn't
more
responsible
than
a
young
horse.
He
never
meant
harm,
and
he
was
the
kindest
boy
ever,"
and
she
started
crying.
"My
Joe
was
the
same,"
said
Mrs.
Harper.
"Always
up
to
mischief,
but
so
kind.
And
I
whipped
him
for
taking
the
cream,
forgetting
I
threw
it
out
because
it
was
sour.
I'll
never
see
him
again.
Poor
boy!"
Mrs.
Harper
cried
hard.
"I
hope
Tom
is
better
where
he
is,"
said
Sid,
"but
if
he
had
been
better
in
some
ways—"
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