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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 29, Página 3
“Who
wants
to
go
to
the
cave?”
Everyone
did.
They
got
bundles
of
candles
and
hurried
up
the
hill.
The
cave
entrance
looked
like
a
big
letter
A,
and
its
heavy
wooden
door
was
open.
Inside
was
a
small,
cold
room
with
limestone
walls
that
were
damp.
It
felt
mysterious
to
stand
there
in
the
dark
and
look
out
at
the
sunny
valley.
But
soon
the
excitement
returned.
When
someone
lit
a
candle,
there
was
a
rush
to
grab
it.
After
a
short
struggle,
the
candle
was
blown
out,
and
everyone
laughed
and
chased
each
other
again.
But
all
things
end.
Soon,
the
group
went
down
the
main
path
of
the
cave,
the
flickering
lights
showing
the
tall
rock
walls.
The
main
path
was
about
eight
to
ten
feet
wide.
Narrower
paths
branched
off
from
it,
leading
nowhere.
McDougal’s
cave
was
a
huge
maze
of
twisting
paths.
People
said
you
could
wander
for
days
and
never
find
the
end.
Tom
Sawyer
knew
as
much
about
the
cave
as
anyone.
The
group
walked
along
the
main
path
for
about
three-quarters
of
a
mile.
Then,
groups
and
pairs
started
exploring
side
paths,
surprising
each
other
where
the
paths
met
again.
They
could
play
like
this
for
about
half
an
hour
without
leaving
the
known
part
of
the
cave.
Eventually,
one
by
one,
the
groups
returned
to
the
cave
entrance,
laughing,
covered
in
candle
wax
and
clay,
delighted
with
their
adventure.
They
were
surprised
they
hadn’t
noticed
the
time,
and
night
was
near.
The
ferryboat
bell
had
been
ringing
for
half
an
hour.
But
this
ending
to
the
day’s
adventure
felt
romantic
and
satisfying.
When
the
ferryboat
started
back,
no
one
cared
about
the
lost
time
except
the
captain.
Huck
was
already
watching
when
the
ferryboat’s
lights
passed
the
wharf.
He
heard
no
noise
from
the
boat
because
the
kids
were
tired
and
quiet.
He
wondered
which
boat
it
was
and
why
it
didn’t
stop,
then
focused
on
his
task.
The
night
grew
cloudy
and
dark.
At
ten
o’clock,
the
village
became
quiet
as
lights
went
out
and
people
went
to
bed,
leaving
Huck
alone.
By
eleven,
the
tavern
lights
were
off,
and
it
was
dark
everywhere.
Huck
waited
a
long
time,
but
nothing
happened.
He
started
to
doubt.
Was
there
any
point?
Was
it
worth
it?
Why
not
just
give
up
and
go
to
bed?
Huck
heard
a
noise
and
immediately
paid
attention.
The
alley
door
shut
quietly.
He
quickly
moved
to
the
corner
of
the
brick
store.
Two
men
passed
by
him,
and
one
seemed
to
be
carrying
something
under
his
arm.
It
must
be
the
box!
They
were
going
to
move
the
treasure.
Calling
Tom
now
would
be
useless—the
men
would
escape
with
the
box
and
never
be
found
again.
No,
Huck
decided
to
follow
them
and
rely
on
the
darkness
to
stay
hidden.
Thinking
this,
Huck
stepped
out
and
quietly
followed
the
men,
moving
like
a
cat,
keeping
just
far
enough
behind
to
see
them.
The
men
walked
up
the
river
street
for
three
blocks,
then
turned
left
onto
a
cross
street.
They
continued
straight
until
they
reached
the
path
leading
up
Cardiff
Hill.
They
passed
the
old
Welshman’s
house
halfway
up
the
hill
without
stopping
and
kept
climbing.
Good,
Huck
thought,
they
will
bury
it
in
the
old
quarry.
But
they
didn’t
stop
there.
They
went
up
to
the
summit
and
entered
the
narrow
path
between
the
tall
sumach
bushes,
disappearing
into
the
gloom.
Huck
moved
closer,
shortening
the
distance
because
they
couldn’t
see
him
now.
He
trotted
for
a
while,
then
slowed
down,
worried
he
was
catching
up
too
fast;
moved
a
bit,
then
stopped
completely;
listened;
no
sound,
except
his
own
heartbeat.
An
owl
hooted
over
the
hill—a
scary
sound!
But
no
footsteps.
Was
everything
lost?
He
was
about
to
run
when
a
man
cleared
his
throat
just
four
feet
away!
Huck’s
heart
jumped,
but
he
swallowed
his
fear
and
stood
there
shaking,
feeling
so
weak
he
thought
he
might
fall.
He
knew
where
he
was.
He
was
within
five
steps
of
the
stile
leading
into
Widow
Douglas’
grounds.
Fine,
he
thought,
let
them
bury
it
there;
it
won’t
be
hard
to
find.
Then
a
voice
spoke—a
very
low
voice—Injun
Joe’s:
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