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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 25, Página 11
“All
right.
Let’s
hide
the
tools
in
the
bushes.”
The
boys
were
there
that
night,
about
the
appointed
time.
They
sat
in
the
shadow
waiting.
It
was
a
lonely
place,
and
an
hour
made
solemn
by
old
traditions.
Spirits
whispered
in
the
rustling
leaves,
ghosts
lurked
in
the
murky
nooks,
the
deep
baying
of
a
hound
floated
up
out
of
the
distance,
an
owl
answered
with
his
sepulchral
note.
The
boys
were
subdued
by
these
solemnities,
and
talked
little.
By
and
by
they
judged
that
twelve
had
come;
they
marked
where
the
shadow
fell,
and
began
to
dig.
Their
hopes
commenced
to
rise.
Their
interest
grew
stronger,
and
their
industry
kept
pace
with
it.
The
hole
deepened
and
still
deepened,
but
every
time
their
hearts
jumped
to
hear
the
pick
strike
upon
something,
they
only
suffered
a
new
disappointment.
It
was
only
a
stone
or
a
chunk.
At
last
Tom
said:
“It
ain’t
any
use,
Huck,
we’re
wrong
again.”
“Well,
but
we
can’t
be
wrong.
We
spotted
the
shadder
to
a
dot.”
“I
know
it,
but
then
there’s
another
thing.”
“What’s
that?”
“Why,
we
only
guessed
at
the
time.
Like
enough
it
was
too
late
or
too
early.”
Huck
dropped
his
shovel.
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