He was good at games of skill, too.  Tom staked him with marbles to play “keeps” with, and then took all the winnings away from him.  In the winter season Chambers was on hand, in Tom’s worn-out clothes, with “holy” red mittens, and “holy” shoes, and pants “holy” at the knees and seat, to drag a sled up the hill for Tom, warmly clad, to ride down on; but he never got a ride himself.  He built snowmen and snow fortifications under Tom’s directions.  He was Tom’s patient target when Tom wanted to do some snowballing, but the target couldn’t fire back.  Chambers carried Tom’s skates to the river and strapped them on him, then trotted around after him on the ice, so as to be on hand when he wanted; but he wasn’t ever asked to try the skates himself.

In summer the pet pastime of the boys of Dawson’s Landing was to steal apples, peaches, and melons from the farmer’s fruit wagons—­mainly on account of the risk they ran of getting their heads laid open with the butt of the farmer’s whip.  Tom was a distinguished adept at these thefts—­by proxy.  Chambers did his stealing, and got the peach stones, apple cores, and melon rinds for his share.

Tom always made Chambers go in swimming with him, and stay by him as a protection.  When Tom had had enough, he would slip out and tie knots in Chamber’s shirt, dip the knots in the water and make them hard to undo, then dress himself and sit by and laugh while the naked shiverer tugged at the stubborn knots with his teeth.

Tom did his humble comrade these various ill turns partly out of native viciousness, and partly because he hated him for his superiorities of physique and pluck, and for his manifold cleverness.  Tom couldn’t dive, for it gave him splitting headaches.  Chambers could dive without inconvenience, and was fond of doing it.  He excited so much admiration, one day, among a crowd of white boys, by throwing back somersaults from the stern of a canoe, that it wearied Tom’s spirit, and at last he shoved the canoe underneath Chambers while he was in the air—­so he came down on his head in the canoe bottom; and while he lay unconscious, several of Tom’s ancient adversaries saw that their long-desired opportunity was come, and they gave the false heir such a drubbing that with Chamber’s best help he was hardly able to drag himself home afterward.

When the boys was fifteen and upward, Tom was “showing off” in the river one day, when he was taken with a cramp, and shouted for help.  It was a common trick with the boys—­particularly if a stranger was present—­to pretend a cramp and howl for help; then when the stranger came tearing hand over hand to the rescue, the howler would go on struggling and howling till he was close at hand, then replace the howl with a sarcastic smile and swim blandly away, while the town boys assailed the dupe with a volley of jeers and laughter.  Tom had never tried this joke as yet, but was supposed to be trying it now, so the boys held warily back; but Chambers believed his master was in earnest; therefore, he swam out, and arrived in time, unfortunately, and saved his life.