It had been time since Tom had been to the graveyard. Images kept forming in his mind. His eyes saw plethoras of doctors, Injuns and deaths. No one could console him. As he lay on his bed that night, a thought crossed his mind. What if Aunt Polly knows? He feared the very thought. He also knew that he would die if Injun caught him..
It was afternoon Huck and Tom were lying on gravel and mud and were passing their otherwise wasteful time. Tom lay of his stomach tickling a beetle. He never even knew when it went away. His hand kept moving onto the mud. Huck said"Tom! Toooooooooom! What artistic beauty, uh?"
"Um...o! Gosh!" Tom glanced down to see his fingers trembling, his hand muddy and beneath it a message written randomly in mud by a hand other than Tom's- "Tom Sawyer... I will see to you... Injun will see to you...""
"Tooooooooooooooooooom!", Huck's face was above his. He loked awoke with a start. "Polly the parrot knows."