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Nascent Drama

There was a considerable pause, while the boys canvassed this matter inwardly. Then Tom whispered:

"Say, Hucky -- do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talking?"
 
"O' course he does. Least his sperrit does."

Tom, after a pause:
 
"I wish I'd said Mister Williams. But I never meant any harm. Everybody calls him Hoss."

"A body can't be too partic'lar how they talk 'bout these-yer dead people, Tom."
 
This was a damper, and conversation died again.

Presently Tom seized his comrade's arm and said:
 
"Sh!"

"What is it, Tom?" And the two clung together with beating hearts.
 
"Sh! There 'tis again! Didn't you hear it?"

"I -- "
 
"There! Now you hear it."

"Lord, Tom, they're coming! They're coming, sure. What'll we do?"
 
"I dono. Think they'll see us?"

"Oh, Tom, they can see in the dark, same as cats. I wisht I hadn't come."
 
"Oh, don't be afeard. I don't believe they'll bother us. We ain't doing any harm. If we keep perfectly still, maybe they won't notice us at all."

"I'll try to, Tom, but, Lord, I'm all of a shiver."
 
"Listen!"

The boys bent their heads together and scarcely breathed. A muffled sound of voices floated up from the far end of the graveyard.
 
"Look! See there!" whispered Tom. "What is it?"

"It's devil-fire. Oh, Tom, this is awful."
 
Some vague figures approached through the gloom, swinging an old-fashioned tin lantern that freckled the ground with innumerable little spangles of light. Presently Huckleberry whispered with a shudder:

"It's the devils sure enough. Three of 'em! Lordy, Tom, we're goners! Can you pray?"
 
"I'll try, but don't you be afeard. They ain't going to hurt us. 'Now I lay me down to sleep, I -- '"

"Sh!"
 
"What is it, Huck?"

"They're humans! One of 'em is, anyway. One of 'em's old Muff Potter's voice."
 
"No -- 'tain't so, is it?"

"I bet I know it. Don't you stir nor budge. He ain't sharp enough to notice us. Drunk, the same as usual, likely -- blamed old rip!"
 
"All right, I'll keep still. Now they're stuck. Can't find it. Here they come again. Now they're hot. Cold again. Hot again. Red hot! They're p'inted right, this time. Say, Huck, I know another o' them voices; it's Injun Joe."

"That's so -- that murderin' half-breed! I'd druther they was devils a dern sight. What kin they be up to?"
 
The whisper died wholly out, now, for the three men had reached the grave and stood within a few feet of the boys' hiding-place.
 
"Here it is," said the third voice; and the owner of it held the lantern up and revealed the face of young Doctor Robinson.
 
Potter and Injun Joe were carrying a handbarrow with a rope and a couple of shovels on it. They cast down their load and began to open the grave. The doctor put the lantern at the head of the grave and came and sat down with his back against one of the elm trees. He was so close the boys could have touched him.
 
"Hurry, men!" he said, in a low voice; "the moon might come out at any moment."
 
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