"
He stopped, and stood half a minute. Then --
"And who do you reckon the murdered man WAS?
It was -- JAKE Dunlap, the long-lost burglar!"
"Great Scott!"
"And the man that buried him was -- BRACE Dunlap,
his brother!"
"Great Scott!"
"And who do you reckon is this mowing idiot here
that's letting on all these weeks to be a deef and dumb
stranger? It's -- JUBITER Dunlap!"
My land, they all busted out in a howl, and you
never see the like of that excitement since the day you
was born. And Tom he made a jump for Jubiter and
snaked off his goggles and his false whiskers, and there
was the murdered man, sure enough, just as alive as
anybody! And Aunt Sally and Benny they went to
hugging and crying and kissing and smothering old
Uncle Silas to that degree he was more muddled and
confused and mushed up in his mind than he ever was
before, and that is saying considerable. And next,
people begun to yell:
"Tom Sawyer! Tom Sawyer! Shut up every-
body, and let him go on! Go on, Tom Sawyer!"
Which made him feel uncommon bully, for it was
nuts for Tom Sawyer to be a public character that-
away, and a hero, as he calls it. So when it was all
quiet, he says:
"There ain't much left, only this. When that man
there, Bruce Dunlap, had most worried the life and
sense out of Uncle Silas till at last he plumb lost his
mind and hit this other blatherskite, his brother, with a
club, I reckon he seen his chance.
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