She didn’t really want to know if Tom had lied. Finally she couldn’t hold back any longer. She put her hand into the pocket and pulled out the piece of bark. Tom had told her the truth!

“I can forgive the boy anything now!” she cried happily.

Chapter Eight
Muff Potter’s Trial

At school Tom acted like a hero. He bragged to the boys. He showed off to the girls. He pretended not to see Becky even though he was dying to talk to her.

Tom’s actions hurt Becky’s feelings. Instead of being glad Tom was alive, she wished he were dead! She pretended to be interested in another boy.

After lunch, Tom found Becky alone in the classroom. She was standing at Mr. Dobbins’s desk. She had found the key to the top drawer. She was reading the teacher’s secret book!

Tom crept up quietly behind Becky. His shadow fell across the page.

Becky slammed the book shut, tearing one of the pages! She quickly locked the book in the drawer and burst into tears.

“Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be,” cried Becky. “How dare you sneak up on me? You made me rip the page. Now you’re going to tell on me, and Mr. Dobbins will punish me. Oh, what’ll I do? I’ve never been punished in school before.”

Tom couldn’t believe his ears. Never punished? Not once! Mr. Dobbins punished. Tom at least three or four times a week.

Becky stamped her foot.

“You’re mean, mean, mean!” she cried, and ran out of the room.

Tom didn’t want to tell on Becky. If Mr. Dobbins asked who had ripped the page, Tom wouldn’t tattle. Becky would never be punished if he could help it!

That afternoon Mr. Dobbins gave his students work to do. He unlocked the drawer and took out his secret book.

Tom and Becky watched him carefully. When Mr. Dobbins came to the torn page, he instantly stood up.

“Who tore this book?” he demanded.

The classroom was silent.

“Benjamin Rogers, did you tear this book?” Mr. Dobbins asked.

Ben shook his head no.

“Joseph Harper, did you?”

“No.”

Tom was getting nervous. He knew Becky wouldn’t be able to take it. She would confess!

“Amy Lawrence?”

“No.”

“Rebecca Thatcher?”

Tom looked at Becky.