Tom's heartbreak vanished and he joined the procession, not because he would not a thousand times rather go anywhere else, but because an awful, unaccountable fascination drew him on.

Arrived at the dreadful place, he wormed his small body through the crowd and saw the dismal spectacle.

It seemed to him an age since he was there before.

Somebody pinched his arm.

He turned, and his eyes met Huckleberry's.