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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 26, Página 3
“Well,
he
must
’a’
been
a
brick.”
“I
bet
you
he
was,
Huck.
Oh,
he
was
the
noblest
man
that
ever
was.
They
ain’t
any
such
men
now,
I
can
tell
you.
He
could
lick
any
man
in
England,
with
one
hand
tied
behind
him;
and
he
could
take
his
yew
bow
and
plug
a
ten-cent
piece
every
time,
a
mile
and
a
half.”
“What’s
a
yew
bow?”
“I
don’t
know.
It’s
some
kind
of
a
bow,
of
course.
And
if
he
hit
that
dime
only
on
the
edge
he
would
set
down
and
cry—and
curse.
But
we’ll
play
Robin
Hood—it’s
nobby
fun.
I’ll
learn
you.”
“I’m
agreed.”
So
they
played
Robin
Hood
all
the
afternoon,
now
and
then
casting
a
yearning
eye
down
upon
the
haunted
house
and
passing
a
remark
about
the
morrow’s
prospects
and
possibilities
there.
As
the
sun
began
to
sink
into
the
west
they
took
their
way
homeward
athwart
the
long
shadows
of
the
trees
and
soon
were
buried
from
sight
in
the
forests
of
Cardiff
Hill.
On
Saturday,
shortly
after
noon,
the
boys
were
at
the
dead
tree
again.
They
had
a
smoke
and
a
chat
in
the
shade,
and
then
dug
a
little
in
their
last
hole,
not
with
great
hope,
but
merely
because
Tom
said
there
were
so
many
cases
where
people
had
given
up
a
treasure
after
getting
down
within
six
inches
of
it,
and
then
somebody
else
had
come
along
and
turned
it
up
with
a
single
thrust
of
a
shovel.
The
thing
failed
this
time,
however,
so
the
boys
shouldered
their
tools
and
went
away
feeling
that
they
had
not
trifled
with
fortune,
but
had
fulfilled
all
the
requirements
that
belong
to
the
business
of
treasure-hunting.
When
they
reached
the
haunted
house
there
was
something
so
weird
and
grisly
about
the
dead
silence
that
reigned
there
under
the
baking
sun,
and
something
so
depressing
about
the
loneliness
and
desolation
of
the
place,
that
they
were
afraid,
for
a
moment,
to
venture
in.
Then
they
crept
to
the
door
and
took
a
trembling
peep.
They
saw
a
weedgrown,
floorless
room,
unplastered,
an
ancient
fireplace,
vacant
windows,
a
ruinous
staircase;
and
here,
there,
and
everywhere
hung
ragged
and
abandoned
cobwebs.
They
presently
entered,
softly,
with
quickened
pulses,
talking
in
whispers,
ears
alert
to
catch
the
slightest
sound,
and
muscles
tense
and
ready
for
instant
retreat.
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