Red hot! They're p'inted right, this time.

Say, Huck, I know another o' them voices; it's Injun Joe." "That's so--that murderin' half-breed! I'd druther they was devils a dern sight.

What kin they be up to ?" The whisper died wholly out, now, for the three men had reached the grave and stood within a few feet of the boys' hiding-place.
"Here it is," said the third voice; and the owner of it held the lantern up and revealed the face of young Doctor Robinson.
Potter and Injun Joe were carrying a handbarrow with a rope and a couple of shovels on it.

They cast down their load and began to open the grave.

The doctor put the lantern at the head of the grave and came and sat down with his back against one of the elm trees.