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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 1
A
few
minutes
later,
Tom
was
in
the
shallow
water
of
the
bar,
walking
toward
the
Illinois
shore.
Before
the
water
reached
his
waist,
he
was
halfway
across.
The
current
was
too
strong
for
more
walking,
so
he
started
swimming
the
last
hundred
yards.
He
swam
at
an
angle
against
the
current
but
was
still
carried
downstream
faster
than
he
thought.
However,
he
finally
reached
the
shore
and
drifted
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
along
the
shore,
his
clothes
dripping.
Shortly
before
ten
o'clock,
he
came
to
an
open
area
opposite
the
village
and
saw
the
ferryboat
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
and
the
high
bank.
Everything
was
quiet
under
the
twinkling
stars.
He
crept
down
the
bank,
watching
carefully,
slipped
into
the
water,
swam
a
few
strokes,
and
climbed
into
the
skiff
tied
at
the
boat's
stern.
He
lay
down
under
the
seats
and
waited,
breathing
hard.
Soon,
the
cracked
bell
rang,
and
a
voice
gave
the
order
to
"cast
off."
A
minute
later,
the
skiff's
bow
was
high
up
against
the
boat's
swell,
and
the
journey
began.
Tom
felt
happy
with
his
success
because
he
knew
it
was
the
boat's
last
trip
for
the
night.
After
a
long
twelve
or
fifteen
minutes,
the
wheels
stopped.
Tom
slipped
overboard
and
swam
ashore
in
the
dark,
landing
fifty
yards
downstream,
out
of
sight
of
any
possible
stragglers.
He
ran
through
empty
alleys
and
soon
reached
his
aunt's
back
fence.
He
climbed
over,
approached
the
back
part
of
the
house,
and
looked
in
through
the
sitting-room
window,
where
a
light
was
on.
Aunt
Polly,
Sid,
Mary,
and
Joe
Harper's
mother
were
sitting
together,
talking.
They
were
by
the
bed,
which
was
between
them
and
the
door.
Tom
went
to
the
door
and
softly
lifted
the
latch.
He
pressed
gently,
and
the
door
opened
a
crack.
He
kept
pushing
carefully,
worried
every
time
it
creaked,
until
he
thought
he
could
squeeze
through
on
his
knees.
He
put
his
head
through
and
began
to
crawl
in
cautiously.
"Why
is
the
candle
flickering?"
asked
Aunt
Polly.
Tom
hurried
up.
"Oh,
the
door's
open,
I
think.
Yes,
it
is.
So
many
strange
things
now.
Go
and
close
it,
Sid."
Tom
disappeared
under
the
bed
just
in
time.
He
lay
there
catching
his
breath,
then
crept
to
where
he
could
almost
touch
his
aunt's
foot.
"But
as
I
was
saying,"
Aunt
Polly
continued,
"he
wasn't
bad,
just
mischievous.
Just
full
of
energy
and
wild
ideas,
you
know.
He
wasn't
more
responsible
than
a
young
horse.
He
never
meant
any
harm,
and
he
was
the
kindest
boy
ever,"
and
she
began
to
cry.
"It
was
the
same
with
my
Joe—always
causing
trouble
and
up
to
mischief.
But
he
was
as
kind
and
unselfish
as
could
be.
And
to
think
I
punished
him
for
taking
that
cream,
not
remembering
I
threw
it
out
because
it
was
sour.
And
now,
I'll
never
see
him
again,
never,
never,
never,
poor
boy!"
Mrs.
Harper
sobbed
as
if
her
heart
would
break.
"I
hope
Tom's
better
off
where
he
is,"
Sid
said,
"but
if
he
had
been
better
in
some
ways—"
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