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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 14, Página 4
“Boys,
I
know
who’s
drownded—it’s
us!”
They
felt
like
heroes
in
an
instant.
Here
was
a
gorgeous
triumph;
they
were
missed;
they
were
mourned;
hearts
were
breaking
on
their
account;
tears
were
being
shed;
accusing
memories
of
unkindness
to
these
poor
lost
lads
were
rising
up,
and
unavailing
regrets
and
remorse
were
being
indulged;
and
best
of
all,
the
departed
were
the
talk
of
the
whole
town,
and
the
envy
of
all
the
boys,
as
far
as
this
dazzling
notoriety
was
concerned.
This
was
fine.
It
was
worth
while
to
be
a
pirate,
after
all.
As
twilight
drew
on,
the
ferryboat
went
back
to
her
accustomed
business
and
the
skiffs
disappeared.
The
pirates
returned
to
camp.
They
were
jubilant
with
vanity
over
their
new
grandeur
and
the
illustrious
trouble
they
were
making.
They
caught
fish,
cooked
supper
and
ate
it,
and
then
fell
to
guessing
at
what
the
village
was
thinking
and
saying
about
them;
and
the
pictures
they
drew
of
the
public
distress
on
their
account
were
gratifying
to
look
upon—from
their
point
of
view.
But
when
the
shadows
of
night
closed
them
in,
they
gradually
ceased
to
talk,
and
sat
gazing
into
the
fire,
with
their
minds
evidently
wandering
elsewhere.
The
excitement
was
gone,
now,
and
Tom
and
Joe
could
not
keep
back
thoughts
of
certain
persons
at
home
who
were
not
enjoying
this
fine
frolic
as
much
as
they
were.
Misgivings
came;
they
grew
troubled
and
unhappy;
a
sigh
or
two
escaped,
unawares.
By
and
by
Joe
timidly
ventured
upon
a
roundabout
“feeler”
as
to
how
the
others
might
look
upon
a
return
to
civilization—not
right
now,
but—
Tom
withered
him
with
derision!
Huck,
being
uncommitted
as
yet,
joined
in
with
Tom,
and
the
waverer
quickly
“explained,”
and
was
glad
to
get
out
of
the
scrape
with
as
little
taint
of
chicken-hearted
home-sickness
clinging
to
his
garments
as
he
could.
Mutiny
was
effectually
laid
to
rest
for
the
moment.
As
the
night
deepened,
Huck
began
to
nod,
and
presently
to
snore.
Joe
followed
next.
Tom
lay
upon
his
elbow
motionless,
for
some
time,
watching
the
two
intently.
At
last
he
got
up
cautiously,
on
his
knees,
and
went
searching
among
the
grass
and
the
flickering
reflections
flung
by
the
campfire.
He
picked
up
and
inspected
several
large
semi-cylinders
of
the
thin
white
bark
of
a
sycamore,
and
finally
chose
two
which
seemed
to
suit
him.
Then
he
knelt
by
the
fire
and
painfully
wrote
something
upon
each
of
these
with
his
“red
keel”;
one
he
rolled
up
and
put
in
his
jacket
pocket,
and
the
other
he
put
in
Joe’s
hat
and
removed
it
to
a
little
distance
from
the
owner.
And
he
also
put
into
the
hat
certain
schoolboy
treasures
of
almost
inestimable
value—among
them
a
lump
of
chalk,
an
India-rubber
ball,
three
fishhooks,
and
one
of
that
kind
of
marbles
known
as
a
“sure
’nough
crystal.”
Then
he
tiptoed
his
way
cautiously
among
the
trees
till
he
felt
that
he
was
out
of
hearing,
and
straightway
broke
into
a
keen
run
in
the
direction
of
the
sandbar.
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