I, al zenit de la seva fama, com apareixeria, de cop i volta, al vell poblet, i aniria furtivament a l'església, tot bru i malmes dels temporals, amb el seu gipó i truses de vellut negre, les seves grans botes fins a genoll, la seva faixa carmesina, el seu cinyell eriçat de pistoles de muntar, el seu coltellas, rovellat pel crim, a un costat, el seu capell inclinat amb plomes onejants, la seva bandera negra desplegada, amb el crani i els ossos travessers! I com sentiria amb extasi i estarrufament aquells murmuris: -És Tom Sawyer, el negre Flagell de l'Armada Espanyola!
And at the zenith of his fame, how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church, brown and weather-beaten, in his black velvet doublet and trunks, his great jack-boots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with horse-pistols, his crime-rusted cutlass at his side, his slouch hat with waving plumes, his black flag unfurled, with the skull and crossbones on it, and hear with swelling ecstasy the whisperings, "It's Tom Sawyer the Pirate!--the Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!"