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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,
making
his
way
toward
the
Illinois
shore.
Before
the
water
reached
his
waist,
he
was
halfway
across;
the
current
wouldn't
allow
any
more
wading,
so
he
confidently
started
swimming
the
remaining
hundred
yards.
He
swam
diagonally
upstream,
but
the
current
still
carried
him
down
faster
than
he
expected.
However,
he
finally
reached
the
shore
and
drifted
along
until
he
found
a
low
spot
to
pull
himself
out.
He
checked
his
jacket
pocket
for
his
piece
of
bark,
found
it
safe,
and
then
moved
through
the
woods
along
the
shore,
his
clothes
dripping.
Shortly
before
ten
o'clock,
he
emerged
into
an
open
area
opposite
the
village
and
saw
the
ferryboat
resting
in
the
shadows
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
that
served
the
ferryboat.
He
lay
down
under
the
thwarts
and
waited,
panting.
Soon,
the
cracked
bell
rang,
and
a
voice
ordered
to
"cast
off."
A
minute
or
two
later,
the
skiff's
head
was
high
against
the
boat's
swell,
and
the
journey
began.
Tom
felt
pleased
with
his
success,
knowing
it
was
the
boat's
last
trip
of
the
night.
After
a
long
twelve
or
fifteen
minutes,
the
wheels
stopped,
and
Tom
slipped
overboard
and
swam
ashore
in
the
dim
light,
landing
fifty
yards
downstream,
away
from
any
stragglers.
He
dashed
through
deserted
alleys
and
soon
found
himself
at
his
aunt's
back
fence.
He
climbed
over,
approached
the
side
of
the
house,
and
peeked
into
the
sitting-room
window,
where
a
light
was
on.
Aunt
Polly,
Sid,
Mary,
and
Joe
Harper's
mother
were
gathered
there,
talking.
They
were
by
the
bed,
which
was
between
them
and
the
door.
Tom
went
to
the
door
and
softly
lifted
the
latch;
then
he
pressed
gently,
and
the
door
opened
a
crack.
He
continued
pushing
carefully,
cringing
every
time
it
creaked,
until
he
thought
he
could
squeeze
through
on
his
knees,
so
he
cautiously
put
his
head
through
and
began.
"Why
is
the
candle
flickering
so?"
asked
Aunt
Polly.
Tom
hurried.
"Oh,
the
door's
open,
I
believe.
Of
course,
it
is.
Strange
things
happening
now.
Go
on
and
shut
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
a
bit
wild,
you
know.
He
wasn't
any
more
responsible
than
a
young
colt.
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
full
of
mischief,
always
up
to
something,
but
he
was
as
generous
and
kind
as
could
be.
And
bless
me,
to
think
I
whipped
him
for
taking
that
cream,
forgetting
I
threw
it
out
myself
because
it
was
sour.
And
now
I'll
never
see
him
again
in
this
world,
never,
never,
never,
poor
boy!"
Mrs.
Harper
sobbed
as
if
her
heart
would
break.
"I
hope
Tom's
better
off
where
he
is,"
said
Sid,
"but
if
he'd
been
better
in
some
ways—"
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