circumstances, especially the washing, which was not a habit with Potter.
It was also said that the town had been ransacked for this " murdererI"
(the public are not slow in the matter of sifting evidence and arriving at a verdict), but that he could not be found. Horsemen had departed down all the roads in every direction, and the Sheriff " was confident" that he would be captured before night.
All the town was drifting toward the graveyard. Tom's heart-break vanished and he joined the procession, not because he would not a thousand times rather go anywhere else, but because an awful, unaccountable fascination drew him on. Arrived at the dreadful place, he wormed his small body through the crowd and saw the dismal spectacle. a suspicious incident. It seemed to him an age since he was
there before. Somebody pinched his arm. He turned, and his eyes met
Huckleberry's. Then both looked elsewhere at once, and wondered if anybody
had noticed anything in their mutual glance. But everybody was talking, and
intent upon the grisly spectacle before them.
"Poor fellow!" "Poor young fellow!" "This ought to be a lesson to
grave-robbers ! H " Muff Potter'll hang for this if they catch him ! " This was
the drift of remark ; and the minister said, "It was a judgment; His hand is
Now Tom shivered from head to heel; for his eye fell upon the stolid face of
Injun Joe. At this moment the crowd began to sway and struggle, and voices
shouted, " It's him ! it's him ! he's coming himself! " " Who ? Who ? " from twenty voices. "Muff Potter!"