Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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one wanted a light; so they stopped right before me and the cigars lit up their faces and I see that the big one was the deaf and dumb Spaniard, by his white whiskers and the patch on his eye, and t'other one was a rusty, ragged looking
" Could you see the rags by the light of the cigars? "
This staggered Huck for a moment. Then he said :
" Well, I don't know—but somehow it seems as if I did."
" Then they went on, and you—"
" Follered 'em—yes. That was it. I wanted to see what was up—they sneaked along so. I dogged 'em to the widder's stile, and stood in the dark and heard the ragged one beg for the widder, and the Spaniard swear he'd spile her looks just
as I told you and your two—"
" What! The deaf and dumb man said all that! "
Huck had made another terrible mistake ! He was trying his best to keep the old man from getting the faintest hint of who the Spaniard might be, and yet his tongue seemed determined to get him into trouble in spite of all he could do. He made sev­eral efforts to creep out of his scrape, but the old man's eye was upon him and he made blunder after blunder. Presently the Welchman said:
"My boy, don't be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head for all the world. No—I'd protect you—I'd pro-
tect you. This Spaniard is not deaf and
dumb; you've let that slip without intend­ing it; you can't cover that up now. You know something about that Spaniard that you want to keep dark. Now trust me—tell me what it is, and trust me—I won't betray you."