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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 11, Página 1
Close
upon
the
hour
of
noon
the
whole
village
was
suddenly
electrified
with
the
ghastly
news.
No
need
of
the
as
yet
un-dreamed-of
telegraph;
the
tale
flew
from
man
to
man,
from
group
to
group,
from
house
to
house,
with
little
less
than
telegraphic
speed.
Of
course
the
schoolmaster
gave
holiday
for
that
afternoon;
the
town
would
have
thought
strangely
of
him
if
he
had
not.
A
gory
knife
had
been
found
close
to
the
murdered
man,
and
it
had
been
recognized
by
somebody
as
belonging
to
Muff
Potter—so
the
story
ran.
And
it
was
said
that
a
belated
citizen
had
come
upon
Potter
washing
himself
in
the
“branch”
about
one
or
two
o’clock
in
the
morning,
and
that
Potter
had
at
once
sneaked
off—suspicious
circumstances,
especially
the
washing
which
was
not
a
habit
with
Potter.
It
was
also
said
that
the
town
had
been
ransacked
for
this
“murderer”
(the
public
are
not
slow
in
the
matter
of
sifting
evidence
and
arriving
at
a
verdict),
but
that
he
could
not
be
found.
Horsemen
had
departed
down
all
the
roads
in
every
direction,
and
the
Sheriff
“was
confident”
that
he
would
be
captured
before
night.
All
the
town
was
drifting
toward
the
graveyard.
Tom’s
heartbreak
vanished
and
he
joined
the
procession,
not
because
he
would
not
a
thousand
times
rather
go
anywhere
else,
but
because
an
awful,
unaccountable
fascination
drew
him
on.
Arrived
at
the
dreadful
place,
he
wormed
his
small
body
through
the
crowd
and
saw
the
dismal
spectacle.
It
seemed
to
him
an
age
since
he
was
there
before.
Somebody
pinched
his
arm.
He
turned,
and
his
eyes
met
Huckleberry’s.
Then
both
looked
elsewhere
at
once,
and
wondered
if
anybody
had
noticed
anything
in
their
mutual
glance.
But
everybody
was
talking,
and
intent
upon
the
grisly
spectacle
before
them.
“Poor
fellow!”
“Poor
young
fellow!”
“This
ought
to
be
a
lesson
to
grave
robbers!”
“Muff
Potter’ll
hang
for
this
if
they
catch
him!”
This
was
the
drift
of
remark;
and
the
minister
said,
“It
was
a
judgment;
His
hand
is
here.”
Now
Tom
shivered
from
head
to
heel;
for
his
eye
fell
upon
the
stolid
face
of
Injun
Joe.
At
this
moment
the
crowd
began
to
sway
and
struggle,
and
voices
shouted,
“It’s
him!
it’s
him!
he’s
coming
himself!”
“Who?
Who?”
from
twenty
voices.
“Muff
Potter!”
“Hallo,
he’s
stopped!—Look
out,
he’s
turning!
Don’t
let
him
get
away!”
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