“What’d you see?” “Nothing. Curtains. There’s a little teeny light way off somewhere, though.
“Let’s get away from here,” breathed Jem. “Let’s go ‘round in back again. Sh-h,” he warned me, as I was about to protest.
“Let’s try the back window.” “Dill, no,” I said. Dill stopped and let Jem go ahead.
When Jem put his foot on the bottom step, the step squeaked.
He stood still, then tried his weight by degrees. The step was silent.
Jem skipped two steps, put his foot on the porch, heaved himself to it, and teetered a long moment.
He regained his balance and dropped to his knees. He crawled to the window, raised his head and looked in.
Then I saw the shadow. It was the shadow of a man with a hat on.
At first I thought it was a tree, but there was no wind blowing, and tree-trunks never walked.
The back porch was bathed in moonlight, and the shadow, crisp as toast, moved across the porch toward Jem.
Dill saw it next. He put his hands to his face. When it crossed Jem, Jem saw it.
He put his arms over his head and went rigid. The shadow stopped about a foot beyond Jem.
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