spectacle. It seemed to him an age since he was there before. Somebody

pinched his arm. He turned, and his eyes met Huckleberry's. Then both

looked elsewhere at once, and wondered if anybody had noticed anything

in their mutual glance. But everybody was talking, and intent upon the

grisly spectacle before them.

Poor fellow!" "Poor young fellow!" "This ought to be a lesson to

grave robbers!" "Muff Potter'll hang for this if they catch him!" This

was the drift of remark; and the minister said, "It was a judgment; His

hand is here."

Now Tom shivered from head to heel; for his eye fell upon the stolid

face of Injun Joe. At this moment the crowd began to sway and struggle,

and voices shouted, "It's him! it's him! he's coming himself!"

Who? Who?" from twenty voices.

Muff Potter!"

Hallo, he's stopped!--Look out, he's turning! Don't let him get away!"

People in the branches of the trees over Tom's head said he wasn't

trying to get away--he only looked doubtful and perplexed.

Infernal impudence!" said a bystander; "wanted to come and take a

quiet look at his work, I reckon--didn't expect any company."

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer