Every day on Daily Readers' Book Club we offer an article length section of a book until that book is done.  We are currently reading Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.  This book will have 90 parts.

They growled a response and went on digging.  For some time there was
no noise but the grating sound of the spades discharging their freight
of mould and gravel.  It was very monotonous.  Finally a spade struck
upon the coffin with a dull woody accent, and within another minute or
two the men had hoisted it out on the ground.  They pried off the lid
with their shovels, got out the body and dumped it rudely on the
ground.  The moon drifted from behind the clouds and exposed the pallid
face.  The barrow was got ready and the corpse placed on it, covered
with a blanket, and bound to its place with the rope.  Potter took out a
large spring-knife and cut off the dangling end of the rope and then
said:

"Now the cussed thing's ready, Sawbones, and you'll just out with
another five, or here she stays."

"That's the talk!" said Injun Joe.

"Look here, what does this mean?" said the doctor. "You required your
pay in advance, and I've paid you."

"Yes, and you done more than that," said Injun Joe, approaching the
doctor, who was now standing. "Five years ago you drove me away from
your father's kitchen one night, when I come to ask for something to
eat, and you said I warn't there for any good; and when I swore I'd get
even with you if it took a hundred years, your father had me jailed for
a vagrant.  Did you think I'd forget?  The Injun blood ain't in me for
nothing.  And now I've GOT you, and you got to SETTLE, you know!"

He was threatening the doctor, with his fist in his face, by this
time.  The doctor struck out suddenly and stretched the ruffian on the
ground.  Potter dropped his knife, and exclaimed:

"Here, now, don't you hit my pard!" and the next moment he had
grappled with the doctor and the two were struggling with might and
main, trampling the grass and tearing the ground with their heels.
Injun Joe sprang to his feet, his eyes flaming with passion, snatched
up Potter's knife, and went creeping, catlike and stooping, round and
round about the combatants, seeking an opportunity.  All at once the
doctor flung himself free, seized the heavy headboard of Williams'
grave and felled Potter to the earth with it--and in the same instant
the half-breed saw his chance and drove the knife to the hilt in the
young man's breast.  He reeled and fell partly upon Potter, flooding him
with his blood, and in the same moment the clouds blotted out the
dreadful spectacle and the two frightened boys went speeding away in
the dark.

Presently, when the moon emerged again, Injun Joe was standing over
the two forms, contemplating them.  The doctor murmured inarticulately,
gave a long gasp or two and was still.  The half-breed muttered:

"THAT score is settled--damn you."

Then he robbed the body.  After which he put the fatal knife in
Potter's open right hand, and sat down on the dismantled coffin.  Three
--four--five minutes passed, and then Potter began to stir and moan.  His
hand closed upon the knife; he raised it, glanced at it, and let it
fall, with a shudder.  Then he sat up, pushing the body from him, and
gazed at it, and then around him, confusedly.  His eyes met Joe's.

"Lord, how is this, Joe?" he said.

"It's a dirty business," said Joe, without moving.

"What did you do it for?"

"I!  I never done it!"

"Look here!  That kind of talk won't wash."

Potter trembled and grew white.

"I thought I'd got sober.  I'd no business to drink to-night.  But it's
in my head yet--worse'n when we started here.  I'm all in a muddle;
can't recollect anything of it, hardly.  Tell me, Joe--HONEST, now, old
feller--did I do it?  Joe, I never meant to--'pon my soul and honor, I
never meant to, Joe.  Tell me how it was, Joe.  Oh, it's awful--and him
so young and promising."

"Why, you two was scuffling, and he fetched you one with the headboard
and you fell flat; and then up you come, all reeling and staggering
like, and snatched the knife and jammed it into him, just as he fetched
you another awful clip--and here you've laid, as dead as a wedge til
now."

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