Tom Sawyer Page #3

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Here lies old Horst Williams.

Drank himself to death.

Now we just have to wait.

Do we really have to wait for the devil?

Want to get rid of it now?

Maybe some other time.

Yeah, right.

The Devil has come.

Williams, rise!

There it is.

Come out! I know that you're here.

I'm dead.

Come out of your house, old Horst!

It's me, Muff.

Muff Potter.

Speaking with the dead. That comes from booze.

- Then we just dig you out.

- Faster, we don't have much time!

Who has constrained you like this?

Raise it up!

That's it, Doc.

Here.

I won't take any money, Doc.

You know that.

- What do you want?

- Take it, Joe, he wants to pay us.

Do you remember when you drove me out of the house?

I just wanted a handout from your kitchen.

I was hungry. Do you know what that even is, hunger?

- Leave him! Hey!

- Half a mouth!

Your father had me whipped. Like a n*gger.

And you were watching. Do you remember?

You have been a good-for-nothing

ever since then, Half-Breed.

- Half-Breed?

- Yes, a half-breed you are!

Not red, not white, not good.

Hey!

Get off me!

Now we're even, you damned dog.

What happened?

That's a bad thing, Muff.

- The Doc is dead

- And how did he die?

I didn't do anything, did I?

Joe, I certainly didn't do anything!

What can I say?

The doctor has gave you a good one...

you took your knife and stabbed into the doctor.

I didn't want to!

What happened, Muff, has just happened.

- But you won't betray me.

- No, I'm your friend.

- I'll never forget.

- You'd better leave now!

- I'll never forget.

- Let it be, get out of here!

- Thank you, Joe.

- Go away!

He saw us.

We should tell the sheriff everything

I haven't seen anything. Not a thing.

- But Indian Joe will hang.

- We're dead if we squeal.

- Why?

- He'd know full well who blew the whistle on him.

- Well, how?

- He's an Indian.

They see more than we do.

He can ask the dead ones.

They see everything and forget nothing.

But you saw what he did with Doc Robinson.

Just a raccoon.

Tom...

swear to me that you'll keep this tight.

I swear.

Swearing, that's only enough for small things.

But this's a big deal. It must be written down.

And sealed with blood.

Here, write it!

You're pretty clever, Tom.

Now the blood.

We swear that we'll never

say anything about it...

or else we'll die...

and rot away.

You saw me, Tom.

No! No!

- No!

- I came back...

to get you.

- Come to me!

- I've seen nothing. I've seen nothing!

- Come on!

- No!

- Come on!

- No! No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

- Tom! Wake up, Tom! Wake up!

- No! No!

- Tom!

- What is it? What is it?

He's OK.

My little one, everything's OK.

Onions. And then two of those ears of corn.

- Hey Huck!

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