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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 26, Página 3
"Well,
he
must
have
been
a
great
guy."
"I
bet
he
was,
Huck.
He
was
the
noblest
man
ever.
There
aren’t
men
like
him
now,
I
tell
you.
He
could
beat
any
man
in
England
with
one
hand
tied
behind
him,
and
he
could
hit
a
ten-cent
piece
with
his
bow
from
a
mile
and
a
half
away."
"What’s
a
yew
bow?"
"I
don’t
know.
It’s
some
kind
of
bow,
obviously.
And
if
he
only
hit
the
edge
of
that
dime,
he
would
sit
down
and
cry—and
curse.
But
let’s
play
Robin
Hood—it’s
great
fun.
I’ll
teach
you."
"I’m
in."
So
they
played
Robin
Hood
all
afternoon,
occasionally
glancing
at
the
haunted
house
and
talking
about
what
they
might
find
there
the
next
day.
As
the
sun
began
to
set,
they
headed
home,
walking
through
the
long
shadows
of
the
trees,
disappearing
into
the
forests
of
Cardiff
Hill.
On
Saturday,
just
after
noon,
the
boys
were
back
at
the
dead
tree.
They
had
a
smoke
and
a
chat
in
the
shade,
then
dug
a
bit
in
their
last
hole,
not
expecting
much,
but
because
Tom
said
many
people
had
given
up
on
treasure
when
they
were
just
six
inches
away
from
it,
and
then
someone
else
came
along
and
found
it
with
one
shovel
thrust.
However,
this
time
nothing
turned
up,
so
the
boys
packed
their
tools
and
left,
feeling
they
hadn’t
missed
any
chances
but
had
done
everything
needed
for
treasure
hunting.
When
they
reached
the
haunted
house,
the
eerie
silence
under
the
hot
sun
and
the
loneliness
of
the
place
made
them
hesitate
to
enter.
Then
they
crept
to
the
door
and
peeked
inside.
They
saw
a
weedy,
floorless
room,
an
old
fireplace,
empty
windows,
and
a
ruined
staircase,
with
cobwebs
hanging
everywhere.
They
entered
quietly,
hearts
racing,
whispering,
listening
for
any
sound,
ready
to
run
at
any
moment.
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