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Then he remembered that the Widow Douglas had been\r\nkind to him more than once, and maybe these men were going to murder\r\nher. He wished he dared venture to warn her; but he knew he didn’t\r\ndare—they might come and catch him. He thought all this and more in\r\nthe moment that elapsed between the stranger’s remark and Injun Joe’s\r\nnext—which was—\r\n\r\n“Because the bush is in your way. Now—this way—now you see, don’t you?”\r\n\r\n“Yes. Well, there _is_ company there, I reckon. Better give it up.”\r\n\r\n“Give it up, and I just leaving this country forever! Give it up and\r\nmaybe never have another chance. I tell you again, as I’ve told you\r\nbefore, I don’t care for her swag—you may have it. But her husband was\r\nrough on me—many times he was rough on me—and mainly he was the justice\r\nof the peace that jugged me for a vagrant. And that ain’t all. It ain’t\r\na millionth part of it! He had me _horsewhipped_!—horsewhipped in\r\nfront of the jail, like a nigger!—with all the town looking on!\r\n_Horsewhipped_!—do you understand? He took advantage of me and died. But\r\nI’ll take it out of _her_.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, don’t kill her! Don’t do that!”\r\n\r\n“Kill? Who said anything about killing? I would kill _him_ if he was\r\nhere; but not her. When you want to get revenge on a woman you don’t\r\nkill her—bosh! you go for her looks. You slit her nostrils—you notch her\r\nears like a sow!”\r\n\r\n“By God, that’s—”\r\n\r\n“Keep your opinion to yourself! It will be safest for you. I’ll tie her\r\nto the bed. If she bleeds to death, is that my fault? I’ll not cry, if\r\nshe does. My friend, you’ll help me in this thing—for _my_ sake—that’s\r\nwhy you’re here—I mightn’t be able alone. If you flinch, I’ll kill you.\r\nDo you understand that? And if I have to kill you, I’ll kill her—and\r\nthen I reckon nobody’ll ever know much about who done this business.”\r\n\r\n“Well, if it’s got to be done, let’s get at it. The quicker the\r\nbetter—I’m all in a shiver.”\r\n\r\n“Do it _now_? And company there? Look here—I’ll get suspicious of you,\r\nfirst thing you know. No—we’ll wait till the lights are out—there’s no\r\nhurry.”\r\n\r\nHuck felt that a silence was going to ensue—a thing still more awful\r\nthan any amount of murderous talk; so he held his breath and stepped\r\ngingerly back; planted his foot carefully and firmly, after balancing,\r\none-legged, in a precarious way and almost toppling over, first on one\r\nside and then on the other. He took another step back, with the same\r\nelaboration and the same risks; then another and another, and—a twig\r\nsnapped under his foot! His breath stopped and he listened. There was no\r\nsound—the stillness was perfect. His gratitude was measureless. Now he\r\nturned in his tracks, between the walls of sumach bushes—turned\r\nhimself as carefully as if he were a ship—and then stepped quickly but\r\ncautiously along. When he emerged at the quarry he felt secure, and\r\nso he picked up his nimble heels and flew. Down, down he sped, till he\r\nreached the Welshman’s. He banged at the door, and presently the heads\r\nof the old man and his two stalwart sons were thrust from windows.\r\n\r\n“What’s the row there? Who’s banging? What do you want?”\r\n\r\n“Let me in—quick! I’ll tell everything.”\r\n\r\n“Why, who are you?”\r\n\r\n“Huckleberry Finn—quick, let me in!”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PT699EFQS42PAQT0E43X","peer_label":"CHAPTER XXIX","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG16V4D81AYYQTV8ZNQ3EBSF","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG16V4CD28SKB0HNAF0R6Y9B","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:41.314Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:27:42.281Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}