Part 13 (1/2)

”Why, you tas scuffling, and he fetched you one with the headboard and you fell flat; and then up you co like, and snatched the knife and jammed it into him, just as he fetched you another awful clip--and here you've laid, as dead as a wedge til now”

”Oh, I didn't knohat I was a-doing I wish I may die this minute if I did It was all on account of the whiskey and the excitement, I reckon

I never used a weepon in ht, but never eepons They'll all say that Joe, don't tell! Say you won't tell, Joe--that's a good feller I always liked you, Joe, and stood up for you, too Don't you remember? You _won't_ tell, _will_ you, Joe?” And the poor creature dropped on his knees before the stolidhands

”No, you've always been fair and square with o back on you There, now, that's as fair as a el I'll bless you for this the longest day I live” And Potter began to cry

”Coh of that This ain't any tio this Move, now, and don't leave any tracks behind you”

Potter started on a trot that quickly increased to a run The half-breed stood looking after him He muttered:

”If he's as much stunned with the lick and fuddled with the ru, he won't think of the knife till he's gone so far he'll be afraid to come back after it to such a place by himself--chicken-heart!”

Two or three minutes later the murdered rave were under no inspection but the ain, too

CHAPTER X

THE two boys flew on and on, toward the village, speechless with horror They glanced backward over their shoulders froht be followed Every stump that started up in their path seemed a man and an enemy, and made thees that lay near the village, the barking of the aroused watch-dogs seeet to the old tannery before we break dohispered Tom, in short catches between breaths ”I can't stand it s were his only reply, and the boys fixed their eyes on the goal of their hopes and bent to their work to win it

They gained steadily on it, and at last, breast to breast, they burst through the open door and fell grateful and exhausted in the sheltering shadows beyond By and by their pulses slowed down, and Tom whispered:

”Huckleberry, what do you reckon'll co'll coh?”

”Why, I _know_ it, Toht a while, then he said:

”Who'll tell? We?”

”What are you talking about? S'pose so? Why, he'd kill us so here”

”That's just what I was thinking to myself, Huck”

”If anybody tells, let enerally drunk enough”

To Presently he whispered:

”Huck, muff Potter don't know it How can he tell?”

”What's the reason he don't know it?”