he was alist, but he was being pulled gradually toward us.
“He’s lookin‘ for a place to die,” said Jem. Mr. Tate turned around. “He’s far from dead, Jem, he hasn’t got started yet.”
Tim Johnson reached the side street that ran in front of the Radley Place,
and what remained of his poor mind made him pause and seem to consider which road he would take.
He made a few hesitant steps and stopped in front of the Radley gate; then he tried to turn around, but was having difficulty.
Atticus said, “He’s within range, Heck. You better get him before he goes down the side street—Lord knows who’s around the corner.
Go inside, Cal.” Calpurnia opened the screen door, latched it behind her, then unlatched it and held onto the hook.
She tried to block Jem and me with her body, but we looked out from beneath her arms.
“Take him, Mr. Finch.” Mr. Tate handed the rifle to Atticus; Jem and I nearly fainted.
“Don’t waste time, Heck,” said Atticus. “Go on.” “Mr. Finch, this is a one-shot job.”
Atticus shook his head vehemently: “Don’t just stand there, Heck! He won’t wait all day for you—”
“For God’s sake, Mr. Finch, look where he is! Miss and you’ll go straight into the Radley house! I can’t shoot that well and you know it!”
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