"No, 'taint likely, Tom. He had liquor in him; I could see that; and
besides, he always has. Well, when pap's full, you might take and belt
him over the head with a church and you couldn't phase him. He says so,
his own self. So it's the same with Muff Potter, of course. But if a man
was dead sober, I reckon maybe that whack might fetch him; I dono."
After another reflective silence, Tom said:
"Hucky, you sure you can keep mum?"
"Tom, we got to keep mum. You know that. That Injun devil wouldn't
make any more of drownding us than a couple of cats, if we was to squeak
'bout this and they didn't hang him. Now, look-a-here, Tom, less take
and swear to one another--that's what we got to do--swear to keep mum."
"I'm agreed. It's the best thing. Would you just hold hands and swear
"Oh no, that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for little
rubbishy common things--specially with gals, cuz they go back on you
anyway, and blab if they get in a huff--but there orter be writing 'bout
a big thing like this. And blood."