Kabanata Kabanata 40 · 第40章

We was feeling pretty good after breakfast, and took my canoe and went

over the river a-fishing, with a lunch, and had a good time, and took a

look at the raft and found her all right, and got home late to supper,

and found them in such a sweat and worry they didn’t know which end

they was standing on, and made us go right off to bed the minute we was

done supper, and wouldn’t tell us what the trouble was, and never let

on a word about the new letter, but didn’t need to, because we knowed

as much about it as anybody did, and as soon as we was half up stairs

and her back was turned we slid for the cellar cupboard and loaded up a

good lunch and took it up to our room and went to bed, and got up about

half-past eleven, and Tom put on Aunt Sally’s dress that he stole and

was going to start with the lunch, but says:

“Where’s the butter?”

“I laid out a hunk of it,” I says, “on a piece of a corn-pone.”

“Well, you _left_ it laid out, then—it ain’t here.”

“We can get along without it,” I says.

“We can get along _with_ it, too,” he says; “just you slide down cellar

and fetch it. And then mosey right down the lightning-rod and come

along. I’ll go and stuff the straw into Jim’s clothes to represent his

mother in disguise, and be ready to _ba_ like a sheep and shove soon

as you get there.”

So out he went, and down cellar went I. The hunk of butter, big as a

person’s fist, was where I had left it, so I took up the slab of

corn-pone with it on, and blowed out my light, and started up stairs

very stealthy, and got up to the main floor all right, but here comes

Aunt Sally with a candle, and I clapped the truck in my hat, and

clapped my hat on my head, and the next second she see me; and she

says:

“You been down cellar?”

“Yes’m.”

“What you been doing down there?”

“Noth’n.”

“_Noth’n!_”

“No’m.”

“Well, then, what possessed you to go down there this time of night?”

“I don’t know ’m.”

“You don’t _know?_ Don’t answer me that way. Tom, I want to know what

you been _doing_ down there.”

“I hain’t been doing a single thing, Aunt Sally, I hope to gracious if

I have.”

I reckoned she’d let me go now, and as a generl thing she would; but I

s’pose there was so many strange things going on she was just in a

sweat about every little thing that warn’t yard-stick straight; so she

says, very decided:

“You just march into that setting-room and stay there till I come. You

been up to something you no business to, and I lay I’ll find out what

it is before _I’m_ done with you.”

So she went away as I opened the door and walked into the setting-room.

My, but there was a crowd there! Fifteen farmers, and every one of them

had a gun. I was most powerful sick, and slunk to a chair and set down.

They was setting around, some of them talking a little, in a low voice,

and all of them fidgety and uneasy, but trying to look like they

warn’t; but I knowed they was, because they was always taking off their

hats, and putting them on, and scratching their heads, and changing

their seats, and fumbling with their buttons. I warn’t easy myself, but

I didn’t take my hat off, all the same.

I did wish Aunt Sally would come, and get done with me, and lick me, if

she wanted to, and let me get away and tell Tom how we’d overdone this

thing, and what a thundering hornet’s-nest we’d got ourselves into, so

we could stop fooling around straight off, and clear out with Jim

before these rips got out of patience and come for us.

At last she come and begun to ask me questions, but I _couldn’t_ answer

them straight, I didn’t know which end of me was up; because these men

was in such a fidget now that some was wanting to start right _now_ and

lay for them desperadoes, and saying it warn’t but a few minutes to

midnight; and others was trying to get them to hold on and wait for the

sheep-signal; and here was Aunty pegging away at the questions, and me

a-shaking all over and ready to sink down in my tracks I was that

scared; and the place getting hotter and hotter, and the butter

beginning to melt and run down my neck and behind my ears; and pretty

soon, when one of them says, “_I’m_ for going and getting in the cabin

_first_ and right _now_, and catching them when they come,” I most

dropped; and a streak of butter come a-trickling down my forehead, and

Aunt Sally she see it, and turns white as a sheet, and says:

“For the land’s sake, what _is_ the matter with the child? He’s got the

brain-fever as shore as you’re born, and they’re oozing out!”

And everybody runs to see, and she snatches off my hat, and out comes

the bread and what was left of the butter, and she grabbed me, and

hugged me, and says:

“Oh, what a turn you did give me! and how glad and grateful I am it

ain’t no worse; for luck’s against us, and it never rains but it pours,

and when I see that truck I thought we’d lost you, for I knowed by the

color and all it was just like your brains would be if—Dear, dear,

whyd’nt you _tell_ me that was what you’d been down there for, _I_

wouldn’t a cared. Now cler out to bed, and don’t lemme see no more of

you till morning!”

I was up stairs in a second, and down the lightning-rod in another one,

and shinning through the dark for the lean-to. I couldn’t hardly get my

words out, I was so anxious; but I told Tom as quick as I could we must

jump for it now, and not a minute to lose—the house full of men,

yonder, with guns!

His eyes just blazed; and he says:

“No!—is that so? _Ain’t_ it bully! Why, Huck, if it was to do over

again, I bet I could fetch two hundred! If we could put it off till—”

“Hurry! _hurry!_” I says. “Where’s Jim?”

“Right at your elbow; if you reach out your arm you can touch him. He’s

dressed, and everything’s ready. Now we’ll slide out and give the

sheep-signal.”

But then we heard the tramp of men coming to the door, and heard them

begin to fumble with the pad-lock, and heard a man say:

“I _told_ you we’d be too soon; they haven’t come—the door is locked.

Here, I’ll lock some of you into the cabin, and you lay for ’em in the

dark and kill ’em when they come; and the rest scatter around a piece,

and listen if you can hear ’em coming.”

So in they come, but couldn’t see us in the dark, and most trod on us

whilst we was hustling to get under the bed. But we got under all

right, and out through the hole, swift but soft—Jim first, me next, and

Tom last, which was according to Tom’s orders. Now we was in the

lean-to, and heard trampings close by outside. So we crept to the door,

and Tom stopped us there and put his eye to the crack, but couldn’t

make out nothing, it was so dark; and whispered and said he would

listen for the steps to get further, and when he nudged us Jim must

glide out first, and him last. So he set his ear to the crack and

listened, and listened, and listened, and the steps a-scraping around

out there all the time; and at last he nudged us, and we slid out, and

stooped down, not breathing, and not making the least noise, and

slipped stealthy towards the fence in Injun file, and got to it all

right, and me and Jim over it; but Tom’s britches catched fast on a

splinter on the top rail, and then he hear the steps coming, so he had

to pull loose, which snapped the splinter and made a noise; and as he

dropped in our tracks and started somebody sings out:

“Who’s that? Answer, or I’ll shoot!”

But we didn’t answer; we just unfurled our heels and shoved. Then there

was a rush, and a _bang, bang, bang!_ and the bullets fairly whizzed

around us! We heard them sing out:

“Here they are! They’ve broke for the river! After ’em, boys, and turn

loose the dogs!”

So here they come, full tilt. We could hear them because they wore

boots and yelled, but we didn’t wear no boots and didn’t yell. We was

in the path to the mill; and when they got pretty close on to us we

dodged into the bush and let them go by, and then dropped in behind

them. They’d had all the dogs shut up, so they wouldn’t scare off the

robbers; but by this time somebody had let them loose, and here they

come, making powwow enough for a million; but they was our dogs; so we

stopped in our tracks till they catched up; and when they see it warn’t

nobody but us, and no excitement to offer them, they only just said

howdy, and tore right ahead towards the shouting and clattering; and

then we up-steam again, and whizzed along after them till we was nearly

to the mill, and then struck up through the bush to where my canoe was

tied, and hopped in and pulled for dear life towards the middle of the

river, but didn’t make no more noise than we was obleeged to. Then we

struck out, easy and comfortable, for the island where my raft was; and

we could hear them yelling and barking at each other all up and down

the bank, till we was so far away the sounds got dim and died out. And

when we stepped onto the raft I says:

“_Now_, old Jim, you’re a free man _again_, and I bet you won’t ever be

a slave no more.”

“En a mighty good job it wuz, too, Huck. It ’uz planned beautiful, en

it ’uz _done_ beautiful; en dey ain’t _nobody_ kin git up a plan dat’s

mo’ mixed-up en splendid den what dat one wuz.”

We was all glad as we could be, but Tom was the gladdest of all because

he had a bullet in the calf of his leg.

When me and Jim heard that we didn’t feel so brash as what we did

before. It was hurting him considerable, and bleeding; so we laid him

in the wigwam and tore up one of the duke’s shirts for to bandage him,

but he says:

“Gimme the rags; I can do it myself. Don’t stop now; don’t fool around

here, and the evasion booming along so handsome; man the sweeps, and

set her loose! Boys, we done it elegant!—’deed we did. I wish _we’d_ a

had the handling of Louis XVI., there wouldn’t a been no ‘Son of Saint

Louis, ascend to heaven!’ wrote down in _his_ biography; no, sir, we’d

a whooped him over the _border_—that’s what we’d a done with _him_—and

done it just as slick as nothing at all, too. Man the sweeps—man the

sweeps!”

But me and Jim was consulting—and thinking. And after we’d thought a

minute, I says:

“Say it, Jim.”

So he says:

“Well, den, dis is de way it look to me, Huck. Ef it wuz _him_ dat ’uz

bein’ sot free, en one er de boys wuz to git shot, would he say, ‘Go on

en save me, nemmine ’bout a doctor f’r to save dis one?’ Is dat like

Mars Tom Sawyer? Would he say dat? You _bet_ he wouldn’t! _Well_, den,

is _Jim_ gywne to say it? No, sah—I doan’ budge a step out’n dis place

’dout a _doctor;_ not if it’s forty year!”

I knowed he was white inside, and I reckoned he’d say what he did

say—so it was all right now, and I told Tom I was a-going for a doctor.

He raised considerable row about it, but me and Jim stuck to it and

wouldn’t budge; so he was for crawling out and setting the raft loose

himself; but we wouldn’t let him. Then he give us a piece of his mind,

but it didn’t do no good.

So when he sees me getting the canoe ready, he says:

“Well, then, if you’re bound to go, I’ll tell you the way to do when

you get to the village. Shut the door and blindfold the doctor tight

and fast, and make him swear to be silent as the grave, and put a purse

full of gold in his hand, and then take and lead him all around the

back alleys and everywheres in the dark, and then fetch him here in the

canoe, in a roundabout way amongst the islands, and search him and take

his chalk away from him, and don’t give it back to him till you get him

back to the village, or else he will chalk this raft so he can find it

again. It’s the way they all do.”

So I said I would, and left, and Jim was to hide in the woods when he

see the doctor coming till he was gone again.