150 Tom Sawyer, Detective
wasn't striking for home. I was breaking for any place where I could get away from these fellows that are after me; then I was going to put on this disguise and get some different clothes, andó"
He jumped for the outside door and laid his ear against it and listened, pale and kind of panting. Presently he whispers:
" Sounded like cocking a gun! Lord, what a life to lead !''
Then he sunk down in a chair all limp and sick like, and wiped the sweat off of his face.