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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 24, Página 1
Tom
was
a
glittering
hero
once
more—the
pet
of
the
old,
the
envy
of
the
young.
His
name
even
went
into
immortal
print,
for
the
village
paper
magnified
him.
There
were
some
that
believed
he
would
be
President,
yet,
if
he
escaped
hanging.
As
usual,
the
fickle,
unreasoning
world
took
Muff
Potter
to
its
bosom
and
fondled
him
as
lavishly
as
it
had
abused
him
before.
But
that
sort
of
conduct
is
to
the
world’s
credit;
therefore
it
is
not
well
to
find
fault
with
it.
Tom’s
days
were
days
of
splendor
and
exultation
to
him,
but
his
nights
were
seasons
of
horror.
Injun
Joe
infested
all
his
dreams,
and
always
with
doom
in
his
eye.
Hardly
any
temptation
could
persuade
the
boy
to
stir
abroad
after
nightfall.
Poor
Huck
was
in
the
same
state
of
wretchedness
and
terror,
for
Tom
had
told
the
whole
story
to
the
lawyer
the
night
before
the
great
day
of
the
trial,
and
Huck
was
sore
afraid
that
his
share
in
the
business
might
leak
out,
yet,
notwithstanding
Injun
Joe’s
flight
had
saved
him
the
suffering
of
testifying
in
court.
The
poor
fellow
had
got
the
attorney
to
promise
secrecy,
but
what
of
that?
Since
Tom’s
harassed
conscience
had
managed
to
drive
him
to
the
lawyer’s
house
by
night
and
wring
a
dread
tale
from
lips
that
had
been
sealed
with
the
dismalest
and
most
formidable
of
oaths,
Huck’s
confidence
in
the
human
race
was
wellnigh
obliterated.
Daily
Muff
Potter’s
gratitude
made
Tom
glad
he
had
spoken;
but
nightly
he
wished
he
had
sealed
up
his
tongue.
Half
the
time
Tom
was
afraid
Injun
Joe
would
never
be
captured;
the
other
half
he
was
afraid
he
would
be.
He
felt
sure
he
never
could
draw
a
safe
breath
again
until
that
man
was
dead
and
he
had
seen
the
corpse.
Rewards
had
been
offered,
the
country
had
been
scoured,
but
no
Injun
Joe
was
found.
One
of
those
omniscient
and
awe-inspiring
marvels,
a
detective,
came
up
from
St.
Louis,
moused
around,
shook
his
head,
looked
wise,
and
made
that
sort
of
astounding
success
which
members
of
that
craft
usually
achieve.
That
is
to
say,
he
“found
a
clew.”
But
you
can’t
hang
a
“clew”
for
murder,
and
so
after
that
detective
had
got
through
and
gone
home,
Tom
felt
just
as
insecure
as
he
was
before.
The
slow
days
drifted
on,
and
each
left
behind
it
a
slightly
lightened
weight
of
apprehension.
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