That night Tom went to bed at half past nine. He waited for Huck’s meow, and at eleven o’clock it came. He climbed quietly out of the bedroom window, and then he and Huck walked out of the bedroom window, and then he and Huck walked out of the village with the dead cat.
The graveyard was on a hill, about a mile from St Petersburg. When the boys got there, they put the dead cat on a grave, and sat down behind some trees. They watched, and waited. It was very dark, and very quiet. ‘Do you see that new grave there?’ whispered Huck. That’s Hoss Williams’ grave. He died last week.’
Perhaps he can hear us,’ Tom whispered back. ‘Do you think he can, Huck?’
‘I don’t know, but I –‘
‘Sh!’
‘Oh, Tom, what is it?’
‘Sh!’ whispered Tom. ‘I can see something. Look!’
Huck moved nearer to Tom. ‘Ghosts!’ he said. ‘Three of them! They’re coming here, Tom! Oh, let’s go home!’
‘They can’t see us,’ Tom whispered. ‘Not there.’
