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Tom Sawyer, Detective                          173
offered for them — a thousand dollars, sure. That's our money! Now we'll trot in and see the folks. And mind you we don't know anything about any murder, or any di'monds, or any thieves — don't you forget that."
I had to sigh a little over the way he had got it fixed. I'd 'a- sold them di'monds — yes, sir — for twelve thousand dollars; but I didn't say anything. It wouldn't done any good. I says:
" But what are we going to tell your aunt Sally has made us so long getting down here from the village, Tom?"
" Oh, I'll leave that to you," he says. " I reckon you can explain it somehow."
He was always just that strict and delicate. He never would tell a lie himself.
We struck across the big yard, noticing this, that, and t'other thing that was so familiar, and we so glad to see it again, and when we got to the roofed big passageway betwixt the double log house and the kitchen part, there was everything hanging on the wall just as it used to was, even to Uncle Silas's old faded green baize working-gown with the hood to it, and rag­gedy white patch between the shoulders that always looked like somebody had hit him with a snowball; and then we lifted the latch and walked in. Aunt Sally she was just a-ripping and a-tearing around, and the children was huddied in one corner, and the old man he was huddled in the other and praying for help in time of need. She jumped for us with joy and tears