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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 31, Página 8
How
long
afterward
it
was
that
Becky
came
to
a
slow
consciousness
that
she
was
crying
in
Tom’s
arms,
neither
could
tell.
All
that
they
knew
was,
that
after
what
seemed
a
mighty
stretch
of
time,
both
awoke
out
of
a
dead
stupor
of
sleep
and
resumed
their
miseries
once
more.
Tom
said
it
might
be
Sunday,
now—maybe
Monday.
He
tried
to
get
Becky
to
talk,
but
her
sorrows
were
too
oppressive,
all
her
hopes
were
gone.
Tom
said
that
they
must
have
been
missed
long
ago,
and
no
doubt
the
search
was
going
on.
He
would
shout
and
maybe
some
one
would
come.
He
tried
it;
but
in
the
darkness
the
distant
echoes
sounded
so
hideously
that
he
tried
it
no
more.
The
hours
wasted
away,
and
hunger
came
to
torment
the
captives
again.
A
portion
of
Tom’s
half
of
the
cake
was
left;
they
divided
and
ate
it.
But
they
seemed
hungrier
than
before.
The
poor
morsel
of
food
only
whetted
desire.
By-and-by
Tom
said:
“SH!
Did
you
hear
that?”
Both
held
their
breath
and
listened.
There
was
a
sound
like
the
faintest,
far-off
shout.
Instantly
Tom
answered
it,
and
leading
Becky
by
the
hand,
started
groping
down
the
corridor
in
its
direction.
Presently
he
listened
again;
again
the
sound
was
heard,
and
apparently
a
little
nearer.
“It’s
them!”
said
Tom;
“they’re
coming!
Come
along,
Becky—we’re
all
right
now!”
The
joy
of
the
prisoners
was
almost
overwhelming.
Their
speed
was
slow,
however,
because
pitfalls
were
somewhat
common,
and
had
to
be
guarded
against.
They
shortly
came
to
one
and
had
to
stop.
It
might
be
three
feet
deep,
it
might
be
a
hundred—there
was
no
passing
it
at
any
rate.
Tom
got
down
on
his
breast
and
reached
as
far
down
as
he
could.
No
bottom.
They
must
stay
there
and
wait
until
the
searchers
came.
They
listened;
evidently
the
distant
shoutings
were
growing
more
distant!
a
moment
or
two
more
and
they
had
gone
altogether.
The
heart-sinking
misery
of
it!
Tom
whooped
until
he
was
hoarse,
but
it
was
of
no
use.
He
talked
hopefully
to
Becky;
but
an
age
of
anxious
waiting
passed
and
no
sounds
came
again.
The
children
groped
their
way
back
to
the
spring.
The
weary
time
dragged
on;
they
slept
again,
and
awoke
famished
and
woe-stricken.
Tom
believed
it
must
be
Tuesday
by
this
time.
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