{"id":"01KG16V8654AG0RR0V3055S7HV","cid":"bafkreieb5xtypvtztchqaxswdygh2m3gztffiz47t5yianai4pvdeenble","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7452,"extracted_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:44.716Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","start_line":7366,"text":"CHAPTER XXX\r\n\r\n\r\nAs the earliest suspicion of dawn appeared on Sunday morning, Huck came\r\ngroping up the hill and rapped gently at the old Welshman’s door. The\r\ninmates were asleep, but it was a sleep that was set on a hair-trigger,\r\non account of the exciting episode of the night. A call came from a\r\nwindow:\r\n\r\n“Who’s there!”\r\n\r\nHuck’s scared voice answered in a low tone:\r\n\r\n“Please let me in! It’s only Huck Finn!”\r\n\r\n“It’s a name that can open this door night or day, lad!—and welcome!”\r\n\r\nThese were strange words to the vagabond boy’s ears, and the pleasantest\r\nhe had ever heard. He could not recollect that the closing word had ever\r\nbeen applied in his case before. The door was quickly unlocked, and he\r\nentered. Huck was given a seat and the old man and his brace of tall\r\nsons speedily dressed themselves.\r\n\r\n“Now, my boy, I hope you’re good and hungry, because breakfast will be\r\nready as soon as the sun’s up, and we’ll have a piping hot one, too—make\r\nyourself easy about that! I and the boys hoped you’d turn up and stop\r\nhere last night.”\r\n\r\n“I was awful scared,” said Huck, “and I run. I took out when the pistols\r\nwent off, and I didn’t stop for three mile. I’ve come now becuz I wanted\r\nto know about it, you know; and I come before daylight becuz I didn’t\r\nwant to run across them devils, even if they was dead.”\r\n\r\n“Well, poor chap, you do look as if you’d had a hard night of it—but\r\nthere’s a bed here for you when you’ve had your breakfast. No, they\r\nain’t dead, lad—we are sorry enough for that. You see we knew right\r\nwhere to put our hands on them, by your description; so we crept along\r\non tiptoe till we got within fifteen feet of them—dark as a cellar that\r\nsumach path was—and just then I found I was going to sneeze. It was the\r\nmeanest kind of luck! I tried to keep it back, but no use—’twas bound to\r\ncome, and it did come! I was in the lead with my pistol raised, and when\r\nthe sneeze started those scoundrels a-rustling to get out of the path,\r\nI sung out, ‘Fire boys!’ and blazed away at the place where the rustling\r\nwas. So did the boys. But they were off in a jiffy, those villains, and\r\nwe after them, down through the woods. I judge we never touched them.\r\nThey fired a shot apiece as they started, but their bullets whizzed by\r\nand didn’t do us any harm. As soon as we lost the sound of their feet\r\nwe quit chasing, and went down and stirred up the constables. They got a\r\nposse together, and went off to guard the river bank, and as soon as it\r\nis light the sheriff and a gang are going to beat up the woods. My boys\r\nwill be with them presently. I wish we had some sort of description of\r\nthose rascals—’twould help a good deal. But you couldn’t see what they\r\nwere like, in the dark, lad, I suppose?”\r\n\r\n“Oh yes; I saw them downtown and follered them.”\r\n\r\n“Splendid! Describe them—describe them, my boy!”\r\n\r\n“One’s the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that’s ben around here once or\r\ntwice, and t’other’s a mean-looking, ragged—”\r\n\r\n“That’s enough, lad, we know the men! Happened on them in the woods back\r\nof the widow’s one day, and they slunk away. Off with you, boys, and\r\ntell the sheriff—get your breakfast tomorrow morning!”\r\n\r\nThe Welshman’s sons departed at once. As they were leaving the room Huck\r\nsprang up and exclaimed:\r\n\r\n“Oh, please don’t tell _any_body it was me that blowed on them! Oh,\r\nplease!”\r\n\r\n“All right if you say it, Huck, but you ought to have the credit of what\r\nyou did.”\r\n\r\n“Oh no, no! Please don’t tell!”\r\n\r\nWhen the young men were gone, the old Welshman said:\r\n\r\n“They won’t tell—and I won’t. But why don’t you want it known?”\r\n\r\nHuck would not explain, further than to say that he already knew too\r\nmuch about one of those men and would not have the man know that he knew\r\nanything against him for the whole world—he would be killed for knowing\r\nit, sure.\r\n\r\nThe old man promised secrecy once more, and said:\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PT63ZYKAH4KA6ZZMZB5E","peer_label":"CHAPTER XXX","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":"01KG16V8622X99BNWBCCM00AD3","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:45.170Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:27:46.277Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}