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Another tedious wait at the spring and another long sleep brought changes.

The children awoke tortured with a raging hunger.

Tom believed that it must be Wednesday or Thursday or even Friday or Saturday, now, and that the search had been given over.

He proposed to explore another passage.

He felt willing to risk Injun Joe and all other terrors.

But Becky was very weak.

She had sunk into a dreary apathy and would not be roused.

She said she would wait, now, where she was, and die-it would not be long.

She told Tom to go with the kite-line and explore if he chose; but she implored him to come back every little while and speak to her; and she made him promise that when the awful time came, he would stay by her and hold her hand until all was over.

Tom kissed her, with a choking sensation in his throat, and made a show of being confident of finding the searchers or an escape from the cave; then he took the kite-line in his hand and went groping down one of the passages on his hands and knees, distressed with hunger and sick with bodings of coming doom.

TUESDAY afternoon came, and waned to the twilight.

The village of St.

Petersburg still mourned.

The lost children had not been found.

Public prayers had been offered up for them, and many and many a private prayer that had the petitioner's whole heart in it; but still no good news came from the cave.

The majority of the searchers had given up the quest and gone back to their daily avocations, saying that it was plain the children could never be found.

Mrs. Thatcher was very ill, and a great part of the time delirious.

People said it was heartbreaking to hear her call her child, and raise her head and listen a whole minute at a time, then lay it wearily down again with a moan.

Aunt Polly had drooped into a settled melancholy, and her gray hair had grown almost white.

The village went to its rest on Tuesday night, sad and forlorn.

Away in the middle of the night a wild peal burst from the village bells, and in a moment the streets were swarming with frantic half-clad people, who shouted, "Turn out! turn out! they're found! they're found!" Tin pans and horns were added to the din, the population massed itself and moved toward the river, met the children coming in an open carriage drawn by shouting citizens, thronged around it, joined its homeward march, and swept magnificently up the main street roaring huzzah after huzzah!

The village was illuminated; nobody went to bed again; it was the greatest night the little town had ever seen.

CHAPTER XXXII

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