"'Tain't a Spaniard -- it's Injun Joe!"
The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair.In a moment he said:
"It's all plain enough, now.When you talked about notching ears and slitting noses I judged that that was your own embellishment, because white men don't take that sort of revenge.But an Injun! That's a different matter altogether."During breakfast the talk went on, and in the course of it the old man said that the last thing which he and his sons had done, before going to bed, was to get a lantern and examine the stile and its vicinity for marks of blood.They found none, but captured a bulky bundle of --"Of WHAT?"
If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips.His eyes were staring wide, now, and his breath suspended -- waiting for the answer.The Welshman started -- stared in return -- three seconds -- five seconds -- ten -- then replied:
"Of burglar's tools.Why, what's the MATTER with you?"Huck sank back, panting gently, but deeply, unutterably grateful.The Welshman eyed him gravely, curiously -- and presently said:
"Yes, burglar's tools.That appears to relieve you a good deal.But what did give you that turn? What were YOU expecting we'd found?"Huck was in a close place -- the inquiring eye was upon him -- he would have given anything for material for a plausible answer -- nothing suggested itself -- the inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper -- a senseless reply offered -- there was no time to weigh it, so at a venture he uttered it -- feebly:
"Sunday-school books, maybe."
Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a-man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bill like everything.Then he added:
"Poor old chap, you're white and jaded -- you ain't well a bit -- no wonder you're a little flighty and off your balance.But you'll come out of it.Rest and sleep will fetch you out all right, I hope."Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and betrayed such a suspicious excitement, for he had dropped the idea that the parcel brought from the tavern was the treasure, as soon as he had heard the talk at the widow's stile.He had only thought it was not the treasure, however -- he had not known that it wasn't -- and so the suggestion of a captured bundle was too much for his self-possession.But on the whole he felt glad the little episode had happened, for now he knew beyond all question that that bundle was not THE bundle, and so his mind was at rest and exceedingly comfortable.In fact, everything seemed to be drifting just in the right direction, now; the treasure must be still in No.2, the men would be captured and jailed that day, and he and Tom could seize the gold that night without any trouble or any fear of interruption.
Just as breakfast was completed there was a knock at the door.Huck jumped for a hiding-place, for he had no mind to be connected even remotely with the late event.The Welshman admitted several ladies and gentlemen, among them the Widow Douglas, and noticed that groups of citizens were climbing up the hill -- to stare at the stile.So the news had spread.The Welshman had to tell the story of the night to the visitors.The widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken.
"Don't say a word about it, madam.There's another that you're more beholden to than you are to me and my boys, maybe, but he don't allow me to tell his name.We wouldn't have been there but for him."Of course this excited a curiosity so vast that it almost belittled the main matter -- but the Welshman allowed it to eat into the vitals of his visitors, and through them be transmitted to the whole town, for he refused to part with his secret.When all else had been learned, the widow said:
"I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all that noise.Why didn't you come and wake me?""We judged it warn't worth while.Those fellows warn't likely to come again -- they hadn't any tools left to work with, and what was the use of waking you up and scaring you to death? My three negro men stood guard at your house all the rest of the night.They've just come back."More visitors came, and the story had to be told and retold for a couple of hours more.
There was no Sabbath-school during day-school vacation, but everybody was early at church.The stirring event was well canvassed.News came that not a sign of the two villains had been yet discovered.When the sermon was finished, Judge Thatcher's wife dropped alongside of Mrs.Harper as she moved down the aisle with the crowd and said:
"Is my Becky going to sleep all day? I just expected she would be tired to death.""Your Becky?"
"Yes," with a startled look -- "didn't she stay with you last night?""Why, no."
Mrs.Thatcher turned pale, and sank into a pew, just as Aunt Polly, talking briskly with a friend, passed by.Aunt Polly said:
