"Tom Sawyer"
by Mark Twain

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     Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned a suspender into a belt, raked away some brush behind the rotten log, disclosing a rude bow and arrow, a lath sword and a tin trumpet, and in a moment had seized these things and bounded away, barelegged, with fluttering shirt. He presently halted under a great elm, blew an answering blast, and then began to tiptoe and look warily out, this way and that. He said cautiously--to an imaginary company:

     "Hold, my merry men! Keep hid till I blow."

     Now appeared Joe Harper, as airily clad and elaborately armed as Tom. Tom called:


     "Hold! Who comes here into Sherwood Forest without my pass?"

     "Guy of Guisborne wants no man's pass. Who art thou that--that--"

     "Dares to hold such language," said Tom, prompting--for they talked "by the book," from memory.

     "Who art thou that dares to hold such language?"

     "I, indeed! I am Robin Hood, as thy caitiff carcase soon shall know."

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