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you reckon'll come of this?" "if doctor robinson dies, i reckon hanging'll come of it." "do you though?" "why, i know it, tom." tom thought a while, then he said: "who'll tell? we?" "what are you talking about? s'pose something happened and injun joe didn't hang? why, he'd kill us some time or other, just as dead sure as we're a laying here." "that's just what i was thinking to myself, huck." "if anybody tells, let muff potter do it, if he's fool enough. he's generally drunk enough." tom said nothing -- went on thinking. presently he whispered: "huck, muff potter don't know it. how can he tell?" "what's the reason he don't know it?" "because he'd just got that whack when injun joe done it. d'you reckon he could see anything? d'you reckon he knowed anything?" "by hokey, that's so, tom!" "and besides, look-a-here -- maybe that whack done for him!" "no, 'taint likely, tom. he had liquor in him; i could see that; and besides, he always has. well, when pap's full, you might take and belt him over the head with a church and you couldn't phase him. he says so, his own self. so it's the same with muff potter, of course. but if a man was dead sober, i reckon maybe that whack might fetch him; i dono." after another reflective silence, tom said: "hucky, you sure you can keep mum?" "tom, we got to keep mum. you know that. that injun devil wouldn't make any more of drownding us than a couple of cats, if we was to squeak 'bout this and they didn't hang him. now, look-a-here, tom, less take and swear to one another -- that's what we got to do -- swear to keep mum." "i'm agreed. it's the best thing. would you just hold hands and swear
