" I dono. Think they'll see us ? "
" O, Tom, they can see in the dark, same as cats. I wisht I hadn't come." " O, don't be afeard. I don't believe they'll bother us. We ain't doing afiy harm. If we keep perfectly still, maybe they won't notice us at all" " I'll try to, Tom, but Lord I'm all of a shiver." "Listen!"
The boys bent their heads together and scarcely breathed. A muffled sound of voices floated up from the far end of the graveyard.
" Look ! See there! " whispered Tom. " What is it ?"
"It's devil-fire. O, Tom, this is awful." Some vague figures approached through the gloom, swinging an old-fashioned tin lantern that freckled the ground with innumerable little spangles of light. Presently Huckleberry whispered with a shudder:
" It's the devils sure enough. Three of 'em! Lordy, Tom, we're goners! Can you pray ?"
" I'll try, but don't you be afeard. They ain't going to hurt us. Now I lay me down to sleep, I—" " Sh!"
"What is it, Huck?" . Tom's effort at prayer. "They're humans! One of 'em is, any-
way. One of 'em's old Muff Potter's voice." "No—tain'tso, is it?"
" I bet I know it. Don't you stir nor budge. He ain't sharp enough to notice us. Drunk, same as usual, likely—blamed old rip! "
"All right, I'll keep still. Now they're stuck. Can't find it. Here they come again. Now they're hot. Cold again. Hot again. Red hot! They're p'inted right, this time. Say Huck, I know another o' them voices; it's Injun Joe."