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"Speak up-just a trifle louder. How near were you?" Voice Reading
"Near as I am to you." Voice Reading
"Were you hidden, or not?" Voice Reading
"I was hid." Voice Reading
"Behind the elms that's on the edge of the grave." Voice Reading
Injun Joe gave a barely perceptible start. Voice Reading
"Any one with you?" Voice Reading
"Yes, sir. I went there with-" Voice Reading
"Wait-wait a moment. Never mind mentioning your companion's name. We will produce him at the proper time. Did you carry anything there with you." Voice Reading
Tom hesitated and looked confused. Voice Reading
"Speak out, my boy-don't be diffident. The truth is always respectable. What did you take there?" Voice Reading
"Only a-a-dead cat." Voice Reading
There was a ripple of mirth, which the court checked. Voice Reading
"We will produce the skeleton of that cat. Now, my boy, tell us everything that occurred-tell it in your own way-don't skip anything, and don't be afraid." Voice Reading
Tom began-hesitatingly at first, but as he warmed to his subject his words flowed more and more easily; in a little while every sound ceased but his own voice; every eye fixed itself upon him; with parted lips and bated breath the audience hung upon his words, taking no note of time, rapt in the ghastly fascinations of the tale. Voice Reading
The strain upon pent emotion reached its climax when the boy said: Voice Reading
"-and as the doctor fetched the board around and Muff Potter fell, Injun Joe jumped with the knife and-" Voice Reading
Crash! Quick as lightning the halfbreed sprang for a window, tore his way through all opposers, and was gone! Voice Reading
CHAPTER XXIV
TOM was a glittering hero once more-the pet of the old, the envy of the young. His name even went into immortal print, for the village paper magnified him. There were some that believed he would be President, yet, if he escaped hanging. Voice Reading
As usual, the fickle, unreasoning world took Muff Potter to its bosom and fondled him as lavishly as it had abused him before. But that sort of conduct is to the world's credit; therefore it is not well to find fault with it. Voice Reading
Tom's days were days of splendor and exultation to him, but his nights were seasons of horror. Voice Reading

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