You don't have to go remember? Scout, we ain't gonna do anything, we're just goin' to the street light and back
Dill and Jem were simply going to peep in the window with the loose shutter to see if they could get a good look at Boo Radley, and if I don't want to go with them I could go straight home and keep my fat flopping mouth shut, That was all
Okay Scout, why don't you go home?
What are you going to do?
We spat ourselves dry, and Jem opened the gate slowly, lifting it aside and resting it on the fence. We were in the back yard.
Spit on it
Sh-h, spit in it scout.
You've got us in a box Jem. We can;t get out of here so easy
The back of the Radley house was less inciting then the front: a ramshackle porch ran the width of the house; there were two doors and two dark windows between the doors.
Hurry, we can't last much longer.
What did you see?
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. 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.
Jem leaped off the porch and galloped toward us. He flung open the gate, danced Dill and me through, and shooed us between two rows of swishing collards.