They listened, and then ran across the island to look down the river. There twenty or more boats on the water. Every boat in St Petersburg was out.
‘What are they doing?’ asked Joe.
‘They’re looking for a dead body, I think,’ said Huck.
‘They did that last summer when Bill Turner fell in the river and drowned.’
‘Who’s dead, do you think?’ asked Joe.
The boys watched the boats. Suddenly, Tom cried, ‘I know who’s dead! It’s us! They’re looking for us!’
This was wonderful. Tom looked at his friends. ‘We’re famous!’ he said. ‘Everybody in St Petersburg is talking about us. And they all feel sorry for us!’
Night came, and the boys went to sleep. But Tom did not sleep, and when morning came, he wasn’t there!
‘Huck, where’s Tom?’ cried Joe.
‘I don’t know,’ Huck began, ‘but - Look! There he is. He’s swimming across to the island now. Hey, Tom!’
