CHAPTER X
THE two boys flew on and on, toward the village, speechless with horror.

They glanced backward over their shoulders from time to time, apprehensively, as if they feared they might be followed.

Every stump that started up in their path seemed a man and an enemy, and made them catch their breath; and as they sped by some outlying cottages that lay near the village, the barking of the aroused watch-dogs seemed to give wings to their feet.
"If we can only get to the old tannery before we break down!" whispered Tom, in short catches between breaths.

"I can't stand it much longer." Huckleberry's hard pantings were his only reply, and the boys fixed their eyes on the goal of their hopes and bent to their work to win it.
They gained steadily on it, and at last, breast to breast, they burst through the open door and fell grateful and exhausted in the sheltering shadows beyond.

By and by their pulses slowed down, and Tom whispered: "Huckleberry, what do you reckon'll come of this ?" "If Doctor Robinson dies, I reckon hanging'll come of it." "Do you though ?" "Why, I KNOW it, Tom." Tom thought a while, then he said: "Who'll tell?
We ?" "What are you talking about?
S'pose something happened and Injun Joe DIDN'T hang?
Why, he'd kill us some time or other, just as dead sure as we're a laying here." "That's just what I was thinking to myself, Huck." "If anybody tells, let Muff Potter do it, if he's fool enough.