There was a knock on the front door, Jemanswered it and said it was Mr. Heck Tate.“Well, ask him to come in,” said Atticus.“I already did. There’s some men outside in the yard, they want you to come out.”
Jem turned out the livingroom lights and pressed his nose to a window screen. AuntAlexandra protested. “Just for a second, Aunty, let’s see who it is,” he said.Dill and I took another window. A crowd of men was standing around Atticus. They allseemed to be talking at once.
´...moving‘ him to the county jail tomorrow,” Mr. Tate was saying, “I don’t look for anytrouble, but I can’t guarantee there won’t be any...”
“Heck, we’ve gotten one postponement of this case just to make sure there’s nothingto be uneasy about. This is Saturday,” Atticus said. “Trial’ll probably be Monday. Youcan keep him one night, can’t you? I
This was Atticus’s dangerous question. “Do you really think you want to move there,Scout?”