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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 30, Página 6
Huck
sank
back,
panting
gently,
but
deeply,
unutterably
grateful.
The
Welshman
eyed
him
gravely,
curiously—and
presently
said:
“Yes,
burglar’s
tools.
That
appears
to
relieve
you
a
good
deal.
But
what
did
give
you
that
turn?
What
were
you
expecting
we’d
found?”
Huck
was
in
a
close
place—the
inquiring
eye
was
upon
him—he
would
have
given
anything
for
material
for
a
plausible
answer—nothing
suggested
itself—the
inquiring
eye
was
boring
deeper
and
deeper—a
senseless
reply
offered—there
was
no
time
to
weigh
it,
so
at
a
venture
he
uttered
it—feebly:
“Sunday-school
books,
maybe.”
Poor
Huck
was
too
distressed
to
smile,
but
the
old
man
laughed
loud
and
joyously,
shook
up
the
details
of
his
anatomy
from
head
to
foot,
and
ended
by
saying
that
such
a
laugh
was
money
in
a
man’s
pocket,
because
it
cut
down
the
doctor’s
bill
like
everything.
Then
he
added:
“Poor
old
chap,
you’re
white
and
jaded—you
ain’t
well
a
bit—no
wonder
you’re
a
little
flighty
and
off
your
balance.
But
you’ll
come
out
of
it.
Rest
and
sleep
will
fetch
you
out
all
right,
I
hope.”
Huck
was
irritated
to
think
he
had
been
such
a
goose
and
betrayed
such
a
suspicious
excitement,
for
he
had
dropped
the
idea
that
the
parcel
brought
from
the
tavern
was
the
treasure,
as
soon
as
he
had
heard
the
talk
at
the
widow’s
stile.
He
had
only
thought
it
was
not
the
treasure,
however—he
had
not
known
that
it
wasn’t—and
so
the
suggestion
of
a
captured
bundle
was
too
much
for
his
self-possession.
But
on
the
whole
he
felt
glad
the
little
episode
had
happened,
for
now
he
knew
beyond
all
question
that
that
bundle
was
not
the
bundle,
and
so
his
mind
was
at
rest
and
exceedingly
comfortable.
In
fact,
everything
seemed
to
be
drifting
just
in
the
right
direction,
now;
the
treasure
must
be
still
in
No.
2,
the
men
would
be
captured
and
jailed
that
day,
and
he
and
Tom
could
seize
the
gold
that
night
without
any
trouble
or
any
fear
of
interruption.
Just
as
breakfast
was
completed
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door.
Huck
jumped
for
a
hiding-place,
for
he
had
no
mind
to
be
connected
even
remotely
with
the
late
event.
The
Welshman
admitted
several
ladies
and
gentlemen,
among
them
the
Widow
Douglas,
and
noticed
that
groups
of
citizens
were
climbing
up
the
hill—to
stare
at
the
stile.
So
the
news
had
spread.
The
Welshman
had
to
tell
the
story
of
the
night
to
the
visitors.
The
widow’s
gratitude
for
her
preservation
was
outspoken.
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