"Why, Tom Sawyer, we wouldn't be alive two days if that got found out. You know that."

     Tom felt more comfortable. After a pause:

     "Huck, they couldn't anybody get you to tell, could they?"

     "Get me to tell? Why, if I wanted that halfbreed devil to drownd me they could get me to tell. They ain't no different way."

     "Well, that's all right, then. I reckon we're safe as long as we keep mum. But let's swear again, anyway. It's more surer."

     "I'm agreed."

     So they swore again with dread solemnities.

     "What is the talk around, Huck? I've heard a power of it."

     "Talk? Well, it's just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter all the time. It keeps me in a sweat, constant, so's I want to hide som'ers."

     "That's just the same way they go on round me. I reckon he's a goner. Don't you feel sorry for him, sometimes?"