THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

‘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 whispers died wholly out now, for the three men had reached a 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 Dr. 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.  He was so close the boys could have touched him.

‘Hurry, men!’ he said in a low voice.  ‘The moon might come out at any moment.’

Twain/Sawyer

Injun Joe was buried near the mouth of the cave; and people flocked there in boats and wagons from the towns and from all the farms and hamlets for seven miles around; they brought their children, and all sorts of provisions, and confessed that they had had almost as satisfactory a time at the funeral as they could have had at the hanging.

Twain/Sawyer