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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 9, Página 1
At
nine-thirty
that
night,
Tom
and
Sid
went
to
bed.
They
said
their
prayers,
and
Sid
fell
asleep
fast.
Tom
stayed
awake,
waiting
nervously.
He
thought
it
was
almost
morning,
but
then
the
clock
struck
ten.
He
felt
hopeless.
He
wanted
to
move
around,
but
he
was
afraid
to
wake
Sid.
So
he
lay
still
and
stared
into
the
dark.
Everything
was
very
quiet.
Slowly,
small
noises
started
to
appear.
The
clock
ticking
was
loud.
The
old
beams
cracked,
and
the
stairs
creaked.
It
seemed
like
ghosts
were
around.
Aunt
Polly’s
soft
snore
came
from
her
room.
Then
a
cricket
chirped,
and
Tom
couldn’t
find
it.
The
clock
ticked
like
a
death-watch,
making
Tom
shiver.
Then
a
dog
howled
far
away,
and
another
answered.
Tom
was
scared.
He
thought
time
had
stopped.
He
started
to
doze
off.
The
clock
struck
eleven,
but
he
didn’t
hear
it.
Then
a
sad
cat
noise
mixed
with
his
dreams.
A
neighbor’s
window
opened
with
a
shout
of
“Scat!
you
devil!”
and
a
bottle
crashed
by
the
woodshed.
Tom
woke
up
and
got
dressed
quickly.
He
climbed
out
the
window
and
crept
along
the
roof.
He
made
a
quiet
“meow”
sound,
then
jumped
to
the
ground.
Huckleberry
Finn
was
there
with
his
dead
cat.
The
boys
left
and
disappeared
in
the
dark.
After
half
an
hour,
they
were
in
the
graveyard.
The
graveyard
was
old
and
on
a
hill,
about
a
mile
and
a
half
from
the
village.
It
had
a
broken
fence
around
it,
leaning
in
and
out.
Grass
and
weeds
covered
the
whole
place.
The
old
graves
had
sunk
down.
There
were
no
tombstones,
only
round-topped
boards
leaning
and
rotting.
“Sacred
to
the
memory
of”
someone
was
painted
on
them
long
ago,
but
nobody
could
read
it
now,
even
if
there
was
light.
A
soft
wind
moved
through
the
trees.
Tom
feared
it
was
the
spirits
of
the
dead,
upset
by
being
disturbed.
The
boys
talked
quietly
because
the
place
felt
serious
and
silent.
They
found
the
new
grave
they
were
looking
for
and
hid
by
three
big
elm
trees
close
to
the
grave.
They
waited
quietly
for
a
long
time.
An
owl
hooted
far
away,
breaking
the
silence.
Tom
felt
uneasy.
He
needed
to
talk,
so
he
whispered:
“Hucky,
do
you
think
the
dead
like
us
being
here?”
Huckleberry
whispered
back:
“I
wish
I
knew.
It’s
really
serious,
isn’t
it?”
“I
bet
it
is.”
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