1 Joe's knife struck upon something.
2 The next witness proved the finding of the knife near the corpse.
3 A third witness swore he had often seen the knife in Potter's possession.
4 His hand closed upon the knife; he raised it, glanced at it, and let it fall, with a shudder.
5 He went to a rotten log near at hand and began to dig under one end of it with his Barlow knife.
6 Injun Joe put his hand on his knife, halted a moment, undecided, and then turned toward the stairway.
7 After which he put the fatal knife in Potter's open right hand, and sat down on the dismantled coffin.
8 Mary gave him a brand-new "Barlow" knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations.
9 Injun Joe sprang to his feet, his eyes flaming with passion, snatched up Potter's knife, and went creeping, catlike and stooping, round and round about the combatants, seeking an opportunity.
10 And behold, they were glad they had gone into savagery, for they had gained something; they found that they could now smoke a little without having to go and hunt for a lost knife; they did not get sick enough to be seriously uncomfortable.
11 The great foundation-beam of the door had been chipped and hacked through, with tedious labor; useless labor, too, it was, for the native rock formed a sill outside it, and upon that stubborn material the knife had wrought no effect; the only damage done was to the knife itself.
12 He had to eat with a knife and fork; he had to use napkin, cup, and plate; he had to learn his book, he had to go to church; he had to talk so properly that speech was become insipid in his mouth; whithersoever he turned, the bars and shackles of civilization shut him in and bound him hand and foot.