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- # Tom and Joe's Tick Game
## Overview
This entity is a scene extracted from chapter VII of *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*, spanning lines 2361 to 2420 of the source text file [tom_sawyer.txt](arke:01KG2T4RHC4E1XKJ12BJRXE8E8). It depicts a moment of childhood mischief in a schoolroom setting, focusing on Tom Sawyer and his friend Joe Harper as they engage in a game involving a tick during a dull school day. The scene was identified and structured by an automated extraction process and is part of the [Test Collection](arke:01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H).
## Context
The scene occurs within [CHAPTER VII](arke:01KG2TRBF3MKW56K64J2R9HG41) of Mark Twain’s novel *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*, a chapter that captures the restlessness of schoolchildren and the imaginative diversions they invent to escape boredom. It directly follows the scene titled [Tom's Boredom and Tick Game](arke:01KG2TRX9AS9QKWXD7D2V9087W), in which Tom discovers the tick and begins to play with it alone. This scene continues the narrative momentum, escalating the situation through social interaction and conflict, and is immediately followed by [Tom and Becky's Conversation](arke:01KG2TRXAX2Y4PEYAF44CG3RH1), where Tom shifts his attention to a romantic interaction with Becky Thatcher.
## Contents
The scene centers on Tom Sawyer and Joe Harper’s competitive game with a tick, which they manipulate using pins on a slate divided by a drawn line—referred to metaphorically as the “equator.” The rules are simple: each boy controls the tick only when it is on his side of the line. As the tick moves back and forth, the boys become deeply absorbed, their rivalry intensifying. Tom, frustrated by Joe’s success, violates the rules by interfering when the tick is on Joe’s side, sparking a heated argument over ownership and fairness. Their quarrel culminates in both boys being caught and punished by the schoolmaster, who delivers “a tremendous whack” to each, much to the amusement of the class. The episode illustrates themes of childhood rivalry, rule-making, and the consequences of distraction, all rendered with Twain’s characteristic humor and insight into boyhood.
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- Tom and Joe's Tick Game
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- Tom’s bosom friend sat next him, suffering just as Tom had been, and
now he was deeply and gratefully interested in this entertainment in
an instant. This bosom friend was Joe Harper. The two boys were sworn
friends all the week, and embattled enemies on Saturdays. Joe took a
pin out of his lapel and began to assist in exercising the prisoner.
The sport grew in interest momently. Soon Tom said that they were
interfering with each other, and neither getting the fullest benefit
of the tick. So he put Joe’s slate on the desk and drew a line down the
middle of it from top to bottom.
“Now,” said he, “as long as he is on your side you can stir him up and
I’ll let him alone; but if you let him get away and get on my side,
you’re to leave him alone as long as I can keep him from crossing over.”
“All right, go ahead; start him up.”
The tick escaped from Tom, presently, and crossed the equator. Joe
harassed him awhile, and then he got away and crossed back again. This
change of base occurred often. While one boy was worrying the tick with
absorbing interest, the other would look on with interest as strong, the
two heads bowed together over the slate, and the two souls dead to all
things else. At last luck seemed to settle and abide with Joe. The
tick tried this, that, and the other course, and got as excited and as
anxious as the boys themselves, but time and again just as he would
have victory in his very grasp, so to speak, and Tom’s fingers would
be twitching to begin, Joe’s pin would deftly head him off, and keep
possession. At last Tom could stand it no longer. The temptation was too
strong. So he reached out and lent a hand with his pin. Joe was angry in
a moment. Said he:
“Tom, you let him alone.”
“I only just want to stir him up a little, Joe.”
“No, sir, it ain’t fair; you just let him alone.”
“Blame it, I ain’t going to stir him much.”
“Let him alone, I tell you.”
“I won’t!”
“You shall—he’s on my side of the line.”
“Look here, Joe Harper, whose is that tick?”
“I don’t care whose tick he is—he’s on my side of the line, and you
sha’n’t touch him.”
“Well, I’ll just bet I will, though. He’s my tick and I’ll do what I
blame please with him, or die!”
A tremendous whack came down on Tom’s shoulders, and its duplicate on
Joe’s; and for the space of two minutes the dust continued to fly from
the two jackets and the whole school to enjoy it. The boys had been
too absorbed to notice the hush that had stolen upon the school awhile
before when the master came tiptoeing down the room and stood over them.
He had contemplated a good part of the performance before he contributed
his bit of variety to it.
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- Tom and Joe's Tick Game