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? ? ? ? Huck looked into the old man's honest eyes a moment, then bent over and whispered in his ear-

? ? ? ? "'Tain't a Spaniard- it's Injun Joe!"

? ? ? ? The Welchman almost jumped out of his chair. In a moment he said:

? ? ? ? "It's all plain enough, now. When you talked about notching ears and slitting noses I judged that that was your own embellishment, because white men don't take that sort of revenge. But an Injun! That's a different matter altogether."

? ? ? ? During breakfast the talk went on, and in the course of it the old man said that the last thing which he and his sons had done, before going to bed, was to get a lantern and examine the stile and its vicinity for marks of blood. They found none, but captured a bulky bundle of-

? ? ? ? "Of WHAT?" If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. His eyes were staring wide, now, and his breath suspended- waiting for the answer.


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