The weeks went by and the judge came to St Petersburg. On the day before Muff Potter’s trial, Huck and Tom met in the street near Tom’s house. Huck was unhappy.
‘Tom, you didn’t tell anyone about – you know?’
‘No, I didn’t, But Huck, what about Muff? People are saying he’s the killer. And he’s going to die!’
‘But we can’t tell anyone about Injun Joe,’ said Huck. ‘I don’t want to die too! Do you?’
No, Tom didn’t want to die. But he couldn’t forget Muff Potter’s face in the jail – old, tired and unhappy. And Injun Joe was a free man. It wasn’t right.
That night Tom came home late, and very excited. He couldn’t sleep for two or three hours.
The next morning all the village was at Muff Potter’s trial. Injun Joe was there too. Muff waited, a tired old man with a dirty face. The judge began the trial.
Questions, questions, questions. Answers, answers, answers. And the answers were all bad for Muff Potter.
‘Yes, I found the knife in the graveyard, next to Doctor Robinson’s body.’
