Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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240                        .                               TOM SAWYER.
Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous-in the hush. Tom shouted. The call went echoing down the empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint sound that resembled a ripple of mocking laughter.
" Oh, don't do it again, Tom, it is too horrid," said Becky. "It is horrid, but I better, Becky; they might hear us, you know " and he shouted again.
The " might " was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it so con­fessed a perishing hope. The children stood still and listened; but there was no result. Tom turned upon the back track at once, and hurried his steps. It was but a little while before a certain indecision in his manner revealed
another fearful fact to Becky—he could not find his way back!
"O, Tom, you didn't make any marks! ! "Becky I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we might want to come back! No—I can't find the way. It's all mixed up."
"Tom, Tom, we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out of this awful place! O, why did we ever leave the others!"
She sank to the ground and burst into such a frenzy of crying that Tom was appalled with the idea that she might die, or lose her reason. He sat down by her and put his arms around her; despair.                            she buried her face in his bosom, she
clung to.him, she poured out her terrors, her unavailing regrets, and the far echoes turned them all to jeering laughter. Tom begged her to pluck up hope again, and she said she could not. He fell to blaming and abusing himself for getting her into this miserable situation ; this had a better effect.