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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 23, Página 4
"And
they
would,
too."
The
boys
had
a
long
talk,
but
it
didn't
comfort
them
much.
As
twilight
approached,
they
found
themselves
lingering
around
the
small,
isolated
jail,
perhaps
hoping
something
might
happen
to
solve
their
problems.
But
nothing
happened;
no
angels
or
fairies
seemed
interested
in
this
unfortunate
prisoner.
The
boys
did
what
they
often
did
before—went
to
the
cell
grating
and
gave
Potter
some
tobacco
and
matches.
His
cell
was
on
the
ground
floor,
and
there
were
no
guards.
His
gratitude
for
their
gifts
always
pricked
their
consciences
before—it
hurt
even
more
this
time.
They
felt
cowardly
and
deceitful
to
the
extreme
when
Potter
said:
"You've
been
mighty
good
to
me,
boys—better
than
anyone
else
in
this
town.
And
I
don't
forget
it,
I
don't.
Often
I
say
to
myself,
'I
used
to
fix
all
the
boys'
kites
and
stuff,
and
show
them
the
best
fishing
spots,
and
help
them
when
I
could,
and
now
they've
all
forgotten
old
Muff
when
he's
in
trouble;
but
Tom
doesn't,
and
Huck
doesn't—they
don't
forget
him,'
I
say,
'and
I
don't
forget
them.'
Well,
boys,
I
did
a
terrible
thing—drunk
and
crazy
at
the
time—that's
the
only
way
I
can
explain
it—and
now
I
have
to
pay
for
it,
and
it's
right.
Right,
and
for
the
best,
I
think—hope
so,
anyway.
Well,
we
won't
talk
about
that.
I
don't
want
to
make
you
feel
bad;
you've
helped
me.
But
what
I
want
to
say
is,
don't
you
ever
get
drunk—then
you
won't
end
up
here.
Stand
a
little
further
west—yes,
that's
it;
it's
a
great
comfort
to
see
friendly
faces
when
someone
is
in
such
a
mess,
and
no
one
comes
here
but
you.
Good
friendly
faces—good
friendly
faces.
Climb
on
each
other's
backs
and
let
me
touch
them.
That's
it.
Shake
hands—yours
will
fit
through
the
bars,
but
mine's
too
big.
Little
hands,
and
weak—but
they've
helped
Muff
Potter
a
lot,
and
they'd
help
him
more
if
they
could."
Tom
went
home
feeling
miserable,
and
his
dreams
that
night
were
full
of
nightmares.
The
next
day
and
the
day
after,
he
lingered
around
the
courtroom,
drawn
by
an
almost
irresistible
urge
to
go
in,
but
forcing
himself
to
stay
out.
Huck
was
experiencing
the
same
thing.
They
carefully
avoided
each
other.
Each
wandered
away
now
and
then,
but
the
same
gloomy
fascination
always
brought
them
back.
Tom
kept
his
ears
open
when
people
wandered
out
of
the
courtroom,
but
he
always
heard
troubling
news—the
net
was
closing
more
and
more
tightly
around
poor
Potter.
By
the
end
of
the
second
day,
the
village
talk
was
that
Injun
Joe's
testimony
remained
strong
and
unchallenged,
and
there
was
no
doubt
about
what
the
jury's
verdict
would
be.
Tom
was
out
late
that
night
and
came
to
bed
through
the
window.
He
was
in
a
state
of
great
excitement.
It
was
hours
before
he
fell
asleep.
The
entire
village
gathered
at
the
courthouse
the
next
morning,
for
this
was
to
be
the
big
day.
Both
men
and
women
were
equally
represented
in
the
packed
audience.
After
a
long
wait,
the
jury
filed
in
and
took
their
seats;
shortly
after,
Potter,
pale
and
worn,
timid
and
hopeless,
was
brought
in,
chained,
and
seated
where
all
the
curious
eyes
could
stare
at
him;
Injun
Joe
was
equally
conspicuous,
as
stolid
as
ever.
There
was
another
pause,
then
the
judge
arrived
and
the
sheriff
announced
the
opening
of
the
court.
The
usual
whisperings
among
the
lawyers
and
gathering
of
papers
followed.
These
details
and
accompanying
delays
created
an
atmosphere
of
anticipation
that
was
as
impressive
as
it
was
captivating.
A
witness
was
called
who
testified
that
he
found
Muff
Potter
washing
in
the
brook
early
on
the
morning
the
murder
was
discovered,
and
that
he
immediately
sneaked
away.
After
some
further
questioning,
the
prosecution's
lawyer
said:
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