Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn Page #4

And where in

the graveyard were you?

- Uh, I was near to

Ross Williams's grave.

- Were you alone?

- Yes, sir.

I was alone that night.

- Young man, was there

anything else

that may have been

out of the ordinary

that we absolutely should

be made aware of?

- Uh, yeah.

There was a sound,

and, well, that made me unsure

of what should be going on

at that... like you said,

that untimely hour,

and for just that

reason, Your Honor,

I was obliged to keep

a discreet cover,

and so I stayed in the shadows.

You stayed in the shadows?

Are you trying to tell us

that you were hiding?

- Yes, sir, I was hiding

behind the tree.

The... the elm next

to Williams's grave.

- And about how far from that grave

is that wise old elm?

- The distance is about the same

between you and me right now.

- Well, let me

get this straight.

You were alone

at midnight in the graveyard

and you heard sounds,

and you hid.

Did anything else happen?

- Hiyah!

Go!

A mute Spaniard had

been hanging around the town

for a few days.

He had long white hair

and he was wearing dark glasses.

No one knew where he came from

or what he wanted.

- No!

Please, no!

Huck!

What the fudge you

trying to do to me?!

You scared me out of my wits!

- Tom, you broke our pact!

Remember, the one

that we agreed to?

Now, you know Injun Joe ain't

gonna take this lightly, don't you?

- Well, I didn't say a word about

you, so you're still in the clear.

- That don't matter.

There's a killer on the loose.

You're in danger

and I'm scared.

I'm getting outta here.

- Huck, where you gonna go?

- I don't know.

But, I'll tell you one thing,

I'm getting far away from here.

- Huck, I know

where we're gonna go,

and I'm gonna be with you.

Come on.

See that old wreck?

- Tom, there's no way

that boat's empty.

We should go back.

- Never! You'd have to be

out of your mind

to be on a wreck like that.

- It looks like me.

I caught you, you little snake.

- Hucky, where are you?

You thought that

I didn't see you.

I don't want you

talking to them.

- Tom?

- They could be onto us.

Oh believe me, I did not

talk and nobody was there.

I was all alone.

- Tom, we ought to

get outta here.

This ain't smart.

Come on. Come on.

I was on the other

side when it happened.

- Yeah, Huck,

maybe you're right.

- You're a real filthy rat.

- What, you thought you could

get away with all the dough?

They don't know

what's going on.

- Windy.

- I'm gonna put a piece of lead

- in your head.

- Windy, I swear.

I ain't gonna spill the beans.

Not a single,

solitary syllable.

Please, let me go.

- Put your piece away, Windy.

Don't kill him.

At least, not now.

- Thank you, Joe.

- In less than a half hour,

he'll be resting on the ground,

and a drowned corpse is always

less incriminating

than a corpse

with a hole in it.

- Please, I won't say a word.

Please, I swear.

I'm sure you won't say nothing.

Tam'.

- Come on, Hucky, let's get

outta here, like now!

Go, go, go!

Go!

- Tom, the boat!

"'It's gone!"

- Come on, Hucky,

we gotta get outta here!

Go!

- Over there! The raft!

- Huck!

- Quick, it's going down! It's sinking!

- Go!

- Go, go!

- Come on.

Agh!

Come on, Hucky.

Just three miles

from Saint Petersburg

at a spot where the Mississippi

is a little over a mile wide,

and where an excellent

hideaway exists on an uninhabited thin

and woodsy piece

of free-floating land,

was the Jackson Island.

- Hucky, wake up.

Wake up!

- Come on, Huck! Wake up!

- Okay.

- Let's go catch some game.

- I'd sure like to know

what that sound was.

- It sounded really awkward.

- Well, it ain't thunder,

that's for sure.

- Come on, Hucky.

Somehow, I know that sound.

Just stay

close to the embankment!

- Got any idea what

that might be?

- William, you got anything?!

- Huck, I know what's going on.

- Nothing here!

- I know exactly

what's going on.

Someone's drowned.

- Oh yeah!

- That's what's happening.

Yeah, now... now I know.

Like last summer,

they did the same thing

- when Bill Turner died.

- Yeah.

Might have got hung up

on that sand bar!

I'd like to be

over there right now.

Give an arm and a leg to know

who they're looking for.

It gets real

shallow here. Yeah.

- Huck!

- Yeah.

- Man, Oh man, Huck!

How's the west bank?

I bet I know who

they're looking for.

I bet I know whose drowned.

What makes you

so sure you know?

- 'Cause of the circumstances

the last couple of days.

You might look

through them bulrushes!

- I ain't following you, Tom.

- Think, Huck, think.

- They're looking for us.

- Well, we're right here.

- Yeah, let's just do that!

- Sure we are, Huck.

And we know that,

but they don't.

- Now, after all that,

the curiosity and temptation

of hearing what was being

said about his postmortem

was just too tantalizing

not to follow up on.

Now, Tom had no

intention of abandoning

his best friend, Huck,

but he just had to know,

would he be missed?

Would he even be missed

or wept over?

So, he waited until Huck

was fast asleep.

Just before midnight,

he left Jackson Island

and waded over

to the shallow water

on the Illinois side

of the river.

And then, he waited till

just the last ferry of the day,

what was called

the night ferry.

And he jumped on

and stowed away,

and he crept into

one of the dinghies

so he wouldn't be discovered

as a stowaway

or a presumed dead man.

And then he made his way

back to Saint Petersburg.

For the return trip,

he borrowed the canoe

from Joe Harper,

naturally without telling Joe.

- Huck, man! Huck! Wake up!

- What?

- Wake up, Huck!

- Yeah?

- While you were sleeping,

I was out and about

figuring out what

the world is up to,

and I gotta tell you,

this coming Sunday's

gonna be our day...

yours and mine.

This coming Sunday,

everybody's gonna be praying

and crying, and rejoicing, redeeming,

and doing whatever else they do to

set a soul on the right path.

And the things I heard.

You know, when you're alive

and kicking, nobody cares.

But, when they're dead,

everybody just loves you.

- Brothers and sisters

of the congregation,

we are brought here today

to mourn the loss

of one of our own.

This is a day of great sadness,

due to the untimely departure

of one of our most

gifted young people.

The spirit of good.

Because I am the power,

and the eternal life,

and any mere mortal

who would doubt

the resurrection,

who would doubt...

What?

- Oh, Tom.

My God, Tom.

Oh, Tom.

- Come on, Aunt Polly,

somebody's gotta be happy

that Huck's still around

other than me.

- Well, of course we're all

happy that Huck is here.

Please, let me give you a hug,

poor motherless boy.

Where's he goin'?

- Becky.

And he travels

all over the world,

he stays in the best hotels.

I'm gonna be a musician

when I get bigger.

- Oh, that sounds

just wonderful, Tom.

- Oh yeah, and they

get good pay, too.

Almost a buck a day.

At least that's what

Ben Rogers told me.

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