The Adventures of Huck Finn Page #4

my husband is right now,

out with some of the other men

trying to hunt up the murderer.

And when they find him,

they's gonna shoot him.

That's good! 'Cause I heard

Huck Finn was such a sweet boy.

That ain't what I heard.

So who do they think

killed him?

At first, everyone figured that

old Pap Finn done it himself.

- Is that so?

- They almost lynched him, too.

But then he up and vanished with

some of his rapscallion friends.

It ain't no matter.

'Cause now everyone judges

that the man who

murdered poor Huck Finn...

were a runaway slave named Jim.

Jim!

Jim?

Missus, where's my jacket?

- Howdy, little one.

- Hello, good sir.

- What're you fetchin' off for? - I think

we found that murderin' runaway slave.

- Huh! - Now, we been lookin' everywhere,

and some old codger just now...

said that he saw smoke

out on Jackson Island.

Ain't nobody lives there and hardly

anyone visits, so it's gotta be him!

Hey, hey!

- Now, you watch yourself there, little

precious. - You be careful!

Oh, don't worry, I will. That slave

is worth $400, dead or alive.

I best be goin' now.

Oh, not until

you've had some vittles.

- What was your name again?

- Mary... Williams.

I thought you said it was Sarah.

Yessim, I did.

Sarah Mary Williams.

Somes calls me Sarah;

somes calls me Mary.

My goodness!

- You think you could hit that rat for me?

- Be happy to.

- Got 'im!

- Good arm you got there.

Ohhh, I keep it in shape

with lots of knittin'.

- You is a boy!

- Oh, how you do tease a poor girl so.

You may fool some, but not me!

If you was a girl, you'd have missed

that rat by six or seven feet.

Now fess up!

Who is ya?

You fess up, you little thing! You tell

me, who is ya? You tell me, who is ya?

Oh! Oh!

Come back here!

-Jim! Jim, wake up! Wake up!

- Huh?

- Oh, man! - Look at you, Huck.

If you ain't the prettiest...

They's after us, Jim, and there ain't

a minute to lose. Come on!

- Come on.

- Hurry up!

- Come on, come on! Them dogs sound hungry!

- Then get a move on.

Hey!

We was off,

headin'down the mighty Mississippi...

on the journey to Cairo

to set Jim free.

'Course, first we had to stop

along the way and borrow a few things.

Say, Huck,

I been feelin'...

mighty guiltful 'bout all this

borrowin' we've been doin'.

- Ah, you'll get over it.

- That ain't the point.

That ain't who

I think it is, is it?

It's you, all right, Jim.

" Four hundred dollar reward.

- Runaway slave."

- And what's that say?

Uh... handsome

and well-mannered.

Oh... Now come on, Huck,

what's it really say?

Nothin'.

Just that you're wanted for murder.

Murder! I...

Ohhh, I see.

I'm wanted for your murder.

Well, we best travel only at night.

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