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One time Tom sent a boy to run about town with a blazing stick, which he called a slogan (which was the sign for the Gang to get together), and then he said he had got secret news by his spies that next day a whole parcel of Spanish merchants and rich A-rabs was going to camp in Cave Hollow with two hundred elephants, and six hundred camels, and over a thousand sumter mules, all loaded down with dimonds, and they didnt have only a guard of four hundred soldiers, and so we would lay in ambuscade, as he called it, and kill the lot and scoop the things.  

...WE was feeling pretty good after breakfast, and took my canoe and went over the river a-fishing, with a lunch, and had a good time, and took a look at the raft and found her all right, and got home late to supper, and found them in such a sweat and worry they didnt know which end they was standing on, and made us go right off to bed the minute we was done supper, and wouldnt tell us what the trouble was, and never let on a word about the new letter, but didnt need to, because we knowed as much about it as anybody did, and as soon as we was half up stairs and her back was turned we slid for the cellar cupboard and loaded up a good lunch and took it up to our room and went to bed, and got up about half- past eleven, and Tom put on Aunt Sallys dress that he stole and was going to start with the lunch, but says:

...And then when I went up to bed she come up with me and fetched her candle, and tucked me in, and mothered me so good I felt mean, and like I couldnt look her in the face; and she set down on the bed and talked with me a long time, and said what a splendid boy Sid was, and didnt seem to want to ever stop talking about him; and kept asking me every now and then if I reckoned he could a got lost, or hurt, or maybe drownded, and might be laying at this minute somewheres suffering or dead, and she not by him to help him, and so the tears would drip down silent, and I would tell her that Sid was all right, and would be home in the morning, sure; and she would squeeze my hand, or maybe kiss me, and tell me to say it again, and keep on saying it, because it done her good, and she was in so much trouble.  

...When I got to where I found the boy I see I couldnt cut the bullet out without some help, and he warnt in no condition for me to leave to go and get help; and he got a little worse and a little worse, and after a long time he went out of his head, and wouldnt let me come a-nigh him any more, and said if I chalked his raft hed kill me, and no end of wild foolishness like that, and I see I couldnt do anything at all with him; so I says, I got to have HELP somehow; and the minute I says it out crawls this nigger from somewheres and says hell help, and he done it, too, and done it very well.  

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