? ? ? ? They had started down the hill by this time. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the "ha'nted" house, utterly isolated, its fences gone long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys gazed a while, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill.
? ? ? ? ABOUT NOON THE NEXT DAY the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come for their tools. Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house; Huck was measurably so, also- but suddenly said-
? ? ? ? "Looky-here, Tom, do you know what day it is?"
? ? ? ? Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then quickly lifted his eyes with a startled look in them-
? ? ? ? "My! I never once thought of it, Huck!"
? ? ? ? "Well I didn't neither, but all at once it popped onto me that it was Friday.
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