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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 28, Página 1
That
night
Tom
and
Huck
were
ready
for
their
adventure.
They
hung
about
the
neighborhood
of
the
tavern
until
after
nine,
one
watching
the
alley
at
a
distance
and
the
other
the
tavern
door.
Nobody
entered
the
alley
or
left
it;
nobody
resembling
the
Spaniard
entered
or
left
the
tavern
door.
The
night
promised
to
be
a
fair
one;
so
Tom
went
home
with
the
understanding
that
if
a
considerable
degree
of
darkness
came
on,
Huck
was
to
come
and
“maow,”
whereupon
he
would
slip
out
and
try
the
keys.
But
the
night
remained
clear,
and
Huck
closed
his
watch
and
retired
to
bed
in
an
empty
sugar
hogshead
about
twelve.
Tuesday
the
boys
had
the
same
ill
luck.
Also
Wednesday.
But
Thursday
night
promised
better.
Tom
slipped
out
in
good
season
with
his
aunt’s
old
tin
lantern,
and
a
large
towel
to
blindfold
it
with.
He
hid
the
lantern
in
Huck’s
sugar
hogshead
and
the
watch
began.
An
hour
before
midnight
the
tavern
closed
up
and
its
lights
(the
only
ones
thereabouts)
were
put
out.
No
Spaniard
had
been
seen.
Nobody
had
entered
or
left
the
alley.
Everything
was
auspicious.
The
blackness
of
darkness
reigned,
the
perfect
stillness
was
interrupted
only
by
occasional
mutterings
of
distant
thunder.
Tom
got
his
lantern,
lit
it
in
the
hogshead,
wrapped
it
closely
in
the
towel,
and
the
two
adventurers
crept
in
the
gloom
toward
the
tavern.
Huck
stood
sentry
and
Tom
felt
his
way
into
the
alley.
Then
there
was
a
season
of
waiting
anxiety
that
weighed
upon
Huck’s
spirits
like
a
mountain.
He
began
to
wish
he
could
see
a
flash
from
the
lantern—it
would
frighten
him,
but
it
would
at
least
tell
him
that
Tom
was
alive
yet.
It
seemed
hours
since
Tom
had
disappeared.
Surely
he
must
have
fainted;
maybe
he
was
dead;
maybe
his
heart
had
burst
under
terror
and
excitement.
In
his
uneasiness
Huck
found
himself
drawing
closer
and
closer
to
the
alley;
fearing
all
sorts
of
dreadful
things,
and
momentarily
expecting
some
catastrophe
to
happen
that
would
take
away
his
breath.
There
was
not
much
to
take
away,
for
he
seemed
only
able
to
inhale
it
by
thimblefuls,
and
his
heart
would
soon
wear
itself
out,
the
way
it
was
beating.
Suddenly
there
was
a
flash
of
light
and
Tom
came
tearing
by
him:
“Run!”
said
he;
“run,
for
your
life!”
He
needn’t
have
repeated
it;
once
was
enough;
Huck
was
making
thirty
or
forty
miles
an
hour
before
the
repetition
was
uttered.
The
boys
never
stopped
till
they
reached
the
shed
of
a
deserted
slaughter-house
at
the
lower
end
of
the
village.
Just
as
they
got
within
its
shelter
the
storm
burst
and
the
rain
poured
down.
As
soon
as
Tom
got
his
breath
he
said:
“Huck,
it
was
awful!
I
tried
two
of
the
keys,
just
as
soft
as
I
could;
but
they
seemed
to
make
such
a
power
of
racket
that
I
couldn’t
hardly
get
my
breath
I
was
so
scared.
They
wouldn’t
turn
in
the
lock,
either.
Well,
without
noticing
what
I
was
doing,
I
took
hold
of
the
knob,
and
open
comes
the
door!
It
warn’t
locked!
I
hopped
in,
and
shook
off
the
towel,
and,
Great
Caesar’s
Ghost!”
“What!—what’d
you
see,
Tom?”
“Huck,
I
most
stepped
onto
Injun
Joe’s
hand!”
“No!”
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