"No," Tom said; "there ain't anything left that's
like him except the long hair."
"All right, I'll get that cropped close to my head be-
fore I get there; then him and Brace will keep my
secret, and I'll live with them as being a stranger, and
the neighbors won't ever guess me out. What do you
think?"
Tom he studied awhile, then he says:
"Well, of course me and Huck are going to keep
mum there, but if you don't keep mum yourself there's
going to be a little bit of a risk -- it ain't much, maybe,
but it's a little. I mean, if you talk, won't people
notice that your voice is just like Jubiter's; and
mightn't it make them think of the twin they reckoned
was dead, but maybe after all was hid all this time
under another name?"
"By George," he says, "you're a sharp one!
You're perfectly right. I've got to play deef and
dumb when there's a neighbor around. If I'd a struck
for home and forgot that little detail -- However, I
wasn't striking for home. I was breaking for any
place where I could get away from these fellows that
are after me; then I was going to put on this disguise
and get some different clothes, and --"
He jumped for the outside door and laid his ear
against it and listened, pale and kind of panting.
Presently he whispers:
"Sounded like cocking a gun! Lord, what a life to
lead!"
Then he sunk down in a chair all limp and sick like,
and wiped the sweat off of his face.
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