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Tom Sawyer, Detective 185
other hand up to his throat a couple of times, and at last he got his words started, and says:
" Does he — does he — think — what does he think ! Tell him — tell him—" Then he sunk down in his chair limp and weak, and says, so as you could hardly hear him: '' Go away — go away ! "
The nigger looked scared and cleared out, and we all felt —well, I don't know how we felt, but it was awful, with the old man panting there, and his eyes set and looking like a person that was dying. None of us could budge; but Benny she slid around soft, with her tears running down, and stood by his side, and nestled his old gray head up against her and begun to stroke it and pet it with her hands, and nodded to us to go away, and we done it, going out very quiet, like the dead was there.
Me and Tom struck out for the woods mighty solemn, and saying how different it was now to what it was last summer when we was here and everything was so peaceful and happy and everybody thought so much of Uncle Silas, and he was so cheerful and simple-hearted and pudd'n-headed and good — and now look at him. If he hadn't lost his mind he wasn't much short of it. That was what we allowed.
It was a most lovely day now, and bright and sunshiny ; and the further and further we went over the hills towards the prairie the lovelier and lovelier the trees and flowers got to be and the more it seemed strange and somehow wrong that there had to be trouble in such a world as this. And then all of a |
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