The procession moved along the main avenue some three-quarters of a mile, and then groups and couples began to slip aside into branch avenues, fly along the dismal corridors, and take each other by surprise at points where the corridors joined again.Parties were able to elude each other for the space of half an hour without going beyond the "known" ground.
By-and-by, one group after another came straggling back to the mouth of the cave, panting, hilarious, smeared from head to foot with tallow drippings, daubed with clay, and entirely delighted with the success of the day.Then they were astonished to find that they had been taking no note of time and that night was about at hand.The clanging bell had been calling for half an hour.However, this sort of close to the day's adventures was romantic and therefore satisfactory.When the ferryboat with her wild freight pushed into the stream, nobody cared sixpence for the wasted time but the captain of the craft.
Huck was already upon his watch when the ferry-boat's lights went glinting past the wharf.He heard no noise on board, for the young people were as subdued and still as people usually are who are nearly tired to death.He wondered what boat it was, and why she did not stop at the wharf -- and then he dropped her out of his mind and put his attention upon his business.The night was growing cloudy and dark.Ten o'clock came, and the noise of vehicles ceased, scattered lights began to wink out, all straggling foot-passengers disappeared, the village betook itself to its slumbers and left the small watcher alone with the silence and the ghosts.Eleven o'clock came, and the tavern lights were put out; darkness everywhere, now.Huck waited what seemed a weary long time, but nothing happened.His faith was weakening.Was there any use? Was there really any use? Why not give it up and turn in?
A noise fell upon his ear.He was all attention in an instant.The alley door closed softly.He sprang to the corner of the brick store.The next moment two men brushed by him, and one seemed to have something under his arm.It must be that box! So they were going to remove the treasure.Why call Tom now? It would be absurd -- the men would get away with the box and never be found again.No, he would stick to their wake and follow them; he would trust to the darkness for security from discovery.So communing with himself, Huck stepped out and glided along behind the men, cat-like, with bare feet, allowing them to keep just far enough ahead not to be invisible.
They moved up the river street three blocks, then turned to the left up a cross-street.They went straight ahead, then, until they came to the path that led up Cardiff Hill; this they took.They passed by the old Welshman's house, half-way up the hill, without hesitating, and still climbed upward.Good, thought Huck, they will bury it in the old quarry.But they never stopped at the quarry.They passed on, up the summit.They plunged into the narrow path between the tall sumach bushes, and were at once hidden in the gloom.Huck closed up and shortened his distance, now, for they would never be able to see him.He trotted along awhile; then slackened his pace, fearing he was gaining too fast; moved on a piece, then stopped altogether; listened; no sound; none, save that he seemed to hear the beating of his own heart.The hooting of an owl came over the hill -- ominous sound! But no footsteps.Heavens, was everything lost! He was about to spring with winged feet, when a man cleared his throat not four feet from him! Huck's heart shot into his throat, but he swallowed it again; and then he stood there shaking as if a dozen agues had taken charge of him at once, and so weak that he thought he must surely fall to the ground.He knew where he was.He knew he was within five steps of the stile leading into Widow Douglas' grounds.Very well, he thought, let them bury it there; it won't be hard to find.
Now there was a voice -- a very low voice -- Injun Joe's:
"Damn her, maybe she's got company -- there's lights, late as it is.""I can't see any."
