So he stepped ashore and entered the woods.
He sat down and took a long rest, torturing himself meanwhile to keep awake, and then started warily down the home-stretch.

The night was far spent.

It was broad daylight before he found himself fairly abreast the island bar.

He rested again until the sun was well up and gilding the great river with its splendor, and then he plunged into the stream.

A little later he paused, dripping, upon the threshold of the camp, and heard Joe say: "No, Tom's true-blue, Huck, and he'll come back.