I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke; for the house was all as still as death now, and so the widow wouldn’t know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom⁠—boom⁠—boom⁠—twelve licks; and all still again⁠—stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the dark amongst the trees⁠—something was a stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a “ me-yow! me-yow! ” down there. That was good! Says I, “ me-yow! me-yow! ” as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.