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Chapter XII
 
IT  must a been close on to one o'clock when we got below the island at
last, and the raft did seem to go mighty slow. If a boat was to come along
we was going to take to the canoe and break for the Illinois shore; and it
was well a boat didn't come, for we hadn't ever thought to put the gun in
the canoe, or a fishing-line, or anything to eat. We was in ruther too
much of a sweat to think of so many things. It warn't good judgment to put
EVERYTHING on the raft.
If the men went to the island I just expect they found the camp fire I
built, and watched it all night for Jim to come. Anyways, they stayed away
from us, and if my building the fire never fooled them it warn't no fault
of mine. I played it as low down on them as I could.
When the first streak of day began to show we tied up to a towhead in a
big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off cottonwood branches with the
hatchet, and covered up the raft with them so she looked like there had
been a cave-in in the bank there. A towhead is a sandbar that has
cottonwoods on it as thick as harrow-teeth.
We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the Illinois
side, and the channel was down the Missouri shore at that place, so we
warn't afraid of anybody running across us. We laid there all day, and
watched the rafts and steamboats spin down the Missouri shore, and
up-bound steamboats fight the big river in the middle. I told Jim all
about the time I had jabbering with that woman; and Jim said she was a
smart one, and if she was to start after us herself she wouldn't set down
and watch a camp fire-no, sir, she'd fetch a dog. Well, then, I said, why
couldn't she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim said he bet she did
think of it by the time the men was ready to start, and he believed they
must a gone up-town to get a dog and so they lost all that time, or else
we wouldn't be here on a towhead sixteen or seventeen mile below the
village-no, indeedy, we would be in that same old town again. So I said I
didn't care what was the reason they didn't get us as long as they didn't.
When it was beginning to come on dark we poked our heads out of the
cottonwood thicket, and looked up and down and across; nothing in sight;
so Jim took up some of the top planks of the raft and built a snug wigwam
to get under in blazing weather and rainy, and to keep the things dry. Jim
made a floor for the wigwam, and raised it a foot or more above the level
of the raft, so now the blankets and all the traps was out of reach of
steamboat waves. Right in the middle of the wigwam we made a layer of dirt
about five or six inches deep with a frame around it for to hold it to its
place; this was to build a fire on in sloppy weather or chilly; the wigwam
would keep it from being seen. We made an extra steering-oar, too, because
one of the others might get broke on a snag or something. We fixed up a
short forked stick to hang the old lantern on, because we must always
light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming down-stream, to keep
from getting run over; but we wouldn't have to light it for up-stream
boats unless we see we was in what they call a "crossing"; for the river
was pretty high yet, very low banks being still a little under water; so
up-bound boats didn't always run the channel, but hunted easy water.
This second night we run between seven and eight hours, with a current
that was making over four mile an hour. We catched fish and talked, and we
took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn,
drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the
stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that
we laughed-only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather
as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all-that night, nor
the next, nor the next.
Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides,
nothing but just a shiny bed of lights; not a house could you see. The
fifth night we passed St. Louis, and it was like the whole world lit up.
In St. Petersburg they used to say there was twenty or thirty thousand
people in St. Louis, but I never believed it till I see that wonderful
spread of lights at two o'clock that still night. There warn't a sound
there; everybody was asleep.
Every night now I used to slip ashore towards ten o'clock at some
little village, and buy ten or fifteen cents' worth of meal or bacon or
other stuff to eat; and sometimes I lifted a chicken that warn't roosting
comfortable, and took him along. Pap always said, take a chicken when you
get a chance, because if you don't want him yourself you can easy find
somebody that does, and a good deed ain't ever forgot. I never see pap
when he didn't want the chicken himself, but that is what he used to say,
anyway.
Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and borrowed a
watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn, or things of
that kind. Pap always said it warn't no harm to borrow things if you was
meaning to pay them back some time; but the widow said it warn't anything
but a soft name for stealing, and no decent body would do it. Jim said he
reckoned the widow was partly right and pap was partly right; so the best
way would be for us to pick out two or three things from the list and say
we wouldn't borrow them any more-then he reckoned it wouldn't be no harm
to borrow the others. So we talked it over all one night, drifting along
down the river, trying to make up our minds whether to drop the
watermelons, or the cantelopes, or the mushmelons, or what. But towards
daylight we got it all settled satisfactory, and concluded to drop
crabapples and p'simmons. We warn't feeling just right before that, but it
was all comfortable now. I was glad the way it come out, too, because
crabapples ain't ever good, and the p'simmons wouldn't be ripe for two or
three months yet.
We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning
or didn't go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all round, we
lived pretty high.
The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight, with
a power of thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in a solid
sheet. We stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself. When
the lightning glared out we could see a big straight river ahead, and
high, rocky bluffs on both sides. By and by says I, "Hel-LO, Jim, looky
yonder!" It was a steamboat that had killed herself on a rock. We was
drifting straight down for her. The lightning showed her very distinct.
She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, and you
could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair by the big
bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when the flashes
come.
Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so
mysterious-like, I felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I see
that wreck laying there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the
river. I wanted to get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see
what there was there. So I says:
"Le's land on her, Jim."
But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:
"I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack. We's doin' blame' well,
en we better let blame' well alone, as de good book says. Like as not
dey's a watchman on dat wrack."
"Watchman your grandmother," I says; "there ain't nothing to watch but
the texas and the pilothouse; and do you reckon anybody's going to resk
his life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night as this, when it's
likely to break up and wash off down the river any minute?" Jim couldn't
say nothing to that, so he didn't try. "And besides," I says, "we might
borrow something worth having out of the captain's stateroom. Seegars, I
bet you-and cost five cents apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is
always rich, and get sixty dollars a month, and THEY don't care a cent
what a thing costs, you know, long as they want it. Stick a candle in your
pocket; I can't rest, Jim, till we give her a rummaging. Do you reckon Tom
Sawyer would ever go by this thing? Not for pie, he wouldn't. He'd call it
an adventure-that's what he'd call it; and he'd land on that wreck if it
was his last act. And wouldn't he throw style into it?-wouldn't he spread
himself, nor nothing? Why, you'd think it was Christopher C'lumbus
discovering Kingdom-Come. I wish Tom Sawyer WAS here."
Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustn't talk any more
than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning showed us the
wreck again just in time, and we fetched the stabboard derrick, and made
fast there.
The deck was high out here. We went sneaking down the slope of it to
labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our way slow with our
feet, and spreading our hands out to fend off the guys, for it was so dark
we couldn't see no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck the forward end of
the skylight, and clumb on to it; and the next step fetched us in front of
the captain's door, which was open, and by Jimminy, away down through the
texas-hall we see a light! and all in the same second we seem to hear low
voices in yonder!
Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told me to
come along. I says, all right, and was going to start for the raft; but
just then I heard a voice wail out and say:
"Oh, please don't, boys; I swear I won't ever tell!"
Another voice said, pretty loud:
"It's a lie, Jim Turner. You've acted this way before. You always want
more'n your share of the truck, and you've always got it, too, because
you've swore 't if you didn't you'd tell. But this time you've said it
jest one time too many. You're the meanest, treacherousest hound in this
country."
By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with
curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldn't back out now, and so
I won't either; I'm a-going to see what's going on here. So I dropped on
my hands and knees in the little passage, and crept aft in the dark till
there warn't but one stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the texas.
Then in there I see a man stretched on the floor and tied hand and foot,
and two men standing over him, and one of them had a dim lantern in his
hand, and the other one had a pistol. This one kept pointing the pistol at
the man's head on the floor, and saying:
"I'd LIKE to! And I orter, too-a mean skunk!"
The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, "Oh, please don't, Bill;
I hain't ever goin' to tell."
And every time he said that the man with the lantern would laugh and
say:
"'Deed you AIN'T! You never said no truer thing 'n that, you bet you."
And once he said: "Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn't got the best of him
and tied him he'd a killed us both. And what FOR? Jist for noth'n. Jist
because we stood on our RIGHTS-that's what for. But I lay you ain't
a-goin' to threaten nobody any more, Jim Turner. Put UP that pistol,
Bill."
Bill says:
"I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him-and didn't he kill
old Hatfield jist the same way-and don't he deserve it?"
"But I don't WANT him killed, and I've got my reasons for it."
"Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never forgit you
long's I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a
nail and started towards where I was there in the dark, and motioned Bill
to come. I crawfished as fast as I could about two yards, but the boat
slanted so that I couldn't make very good time; so to keep from getting
run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side. The man
came apawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he
says:
"Here-come in here."
And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in I was up in
the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with
their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldn't see them,
but I could tell where they was by the whisky they'd been having. I was
glad I didn't drink whisky; but it wouldn't made much difference anyway,
because most of the time they couldn't a treed me because I didn't
breathe. I was too scared. And, besides, a body COULDN'T breathe and hear
such talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner. He
says:
"He's said he'll tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares
to him NOW it wouldn't make no difference after the row and the way we've
served him. Shore's you're born, he'll turn State's evidence; now you hear
ME. I'm for putting him out of his troubles."
"So'm I," says Packard, very quiet.
"Blame it, I'd sorter begun to think you wasnUt. Well, then, that's all
right. Le's go and do it."
"Hold on a minute; I hain't had my say yit. You listen to me.
Shooting's good, but there's quieter ways if the thing's GOT to be done.
But what I say is this: it ain't good sense to go court'n around after a
halter if you can git at what you're up to in some way that's jist as good
and at the same time don't bring you into no resks. Ain't that so?"
"You bet it is. But how you goin' to manage it this time?"
"Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gather up whatever
pickins we've overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for shore and hide
the truck. Then we'll wait. Now I say it ain't a-goin' to be more'n two
hours befo' this wrack breaks up and washes off down the river. See? He'll
be drownded, and won't have nobody to blame for it but his own self. I
reckon that's a considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm
unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't
good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?"
"Yes, I reck'n you are. But s'pose she DON'T break up and wash off?"
"Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, can't we?"
"All right, then; come along."
So they started, and I lit out, all in a cold sweat, and scrambled
forward. It was dark as pitch there; but I said, in a kind of a coarse
whisper, "Jim !" and he answered up, right at my elbow, with a sort of a
moan, and I says:
"Quick, Jim, it ain't no time for fooling around and moaning; there's a
gang of murderers in yonder, and if we don't hunt up their boat and set
her drifting down the river so these fellows can't get away from the wreck
there's one of 'em going to be in a bad fix. But if we find their boat we
can put ALL of 'em in a bad fix-for the sheriff 'll get 'em. Quick-hurry!
I'll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. You start at the
raft, and-"
"Oh, my lordy, lordy! RAF'? Dey ain' no raf' no mo'; she done broke
loose en gone I-en here we is!"