He knew where he was.

He knew he was within five steps of the stile leading into Widow Douglas' grounds.

Very well, he thought, let them bury it there; it won't be hard to find.
Now there was a voice--a very low voice--Injun Joe's: "Damn her, maybe she's got company--there's lights, late as it is." "I can't see any." This was that stranger's voice--the stranger of the haunted house.

A deadly chill went to Huck's heart--this, then, was the "revenge" job! His thought was, to fly.

Then he remembered that the Widow Douglas had been kind to him more than once, and maybe these men were going to murder her.