Després, una colla de minyons i noies (companyons de joc de Tom i de Joe) comparegueren, i s'aturaren a mirar per damunt l'estacada del clos, tot parlant, en to reverent, de com havia fet Tom aixo i allo la darrera vegada que el veieren, i com Joe digué aquesta i aquella petita bagatel·la (gravida de paorosa profecia, com ara veien bé prou!); i cada orador assenyalava l'indret exacte on els minyons perduts havien estat aleshores, i després afegien alguna cosa així: -I jo m'estava dret d'aquesta manera, igual que estic ara i com si vós fóssiu ell, n'estava a prop aiximateix; i ell somrigué de aquesta manera. I després vaig tenir una mena de pressentiment com si… terrible, sabeu? I poc va acudir-se'm que voldria dir, naturalment; pero massa que ho veig ara!
Then quite a group of boys and girls--playmates of Tom's and Joe's--came by, and stood looking over the paling fence and talking in reverent tones of how Tom did so-and-so the last time they saw him, and how Joe said this and that small trifle (pregnant with awful prophecy, as they could easily see now!)--and each speaker pointed out the exact spot where the lost lads stood at the time, and then added something like "and I was a-standing just so--just as I am now, and as if you was him--I was as close as that--and he smiled, just this way--and then something seemed to go all over me, like--awful, you know--and I never thought what it meant, of course, but I can see now!"