The boys clasped each other suddenly, in an agony of fright.
"Which of us does he mean ?" gasped Huckleberry.
"I dono--peep through the crack.

Quick!" "No, YOU, Tom!" "I can't--I can't DO it, Huck!" "Please, Tom.

There 'tis again!" "Oh, lordy, I'm thankful!" whispered Tom.

"I know his voice.

It's Bull Harbison." * [* If Mr.Harbison owned a slave named Bull, Tom would have spoken of him as "Harbison's Bull," but a son or a dog of that name was "Bull Harbison."] "Oh, that's good--I tell you, Tom, I was most scared to death; I'd a bet anything it was a STRAY dog." The dog howled again.