You Can Turn Around and Go Home Again Walter

To Kill a Mockingbird

Chapter 15

By Harper Lee

After a lot of begging, Atticus let Dill stay the side by side few days in Maycomb.  We kept playing and trying to become Boo to come out of his house, but he still didn't.

And then, one day, Mr. Heck Tate came to our door and started telling Atticus that Tom Robinson was going to be moved to the county jail before his trial.

 Mr. Link Deas, another man in boondocks, wanted to know if at that place was a take chances that the trial could be held in another town for safety reasons. Mr. Deas is nervous about a crowd coming together when they're drunk and causing trouble for Tom.

He continued, "—don't know why you touched this trial in the the first identify.  You lot've got everything to lose from this, Atticus.  I mean everything."

"Do you lot actually think so?   … Link, that male child might get to the chair, simply he'south not going till the truth's told."  Atticus's voice was fifty-fifty.  "And you know what the truth is."

  There was a murmur from the group of men.  The trial made eveyrone uncomfortable. They were worried people might assail Tom.

When Atticus came into the house he went to his chair and picked upwardly the newspaper to read.  I walked dwelling with Dill and returned in time to overhear a conversation between Atticus and Aunty. I plant Jem in his bedroom.  "Have they been arguing"  I asked.

"Sort of.  She won't get out him solitary about Tom Robinson.  She almost said Atticus was disgracing  the family unit. Scout… I'm scared."

"Scared 'a what?"

"Scared about Atticus.  Somebody might injure him."

The side by side day was Dominicus and Tom Robinson had but been moved to the Maycomb jail.  The Sun was tranquillity.  Atticus went to his office, Aunt Alexandra went for a two 60 minutes nap, and Jem went to his room with a stack of football game magazines.  And then Dill and I went outside to kick effectually the football.

Later on supper , Atticus did something that interested the states.  He came into the living room conveying a long cord.  There was a lite seedling at the finish.

I'm going out for a while," he said. "You folks'll be in bed when I come back, so I'll say good night at present."

He put on his hat and went out the dorsum door.  Nosotros noticed that he took the car.  Ane of our father's weird habits  was that he liked to walk then taking the auto was weird.

Later I said adept night to Aunty and while I was in my room I heard Jem moving around in his room.  I went in and asked him what he was doing.

I'm goin' downtown for a while."  He was changing his pants.

" Why it's almost ten o'clock, Jem.  I'm goin' with yous.  If you lot say no you're not, I'm goin' anyway, hear?"

I dressed apace and Jem gave in with little grace.  I said that Dill would probably want to come then we stopped at Dill's window at Miss Rachel's.  "What's up?"  Dill said.

"I've just got this feeling," Jem said, "just this feeling."

We looked at Atticus's office just information technology was dark inside.  We decided to get upward the street thinking he was visiting with Mr. Underwood, editor and writer of The Maycomb Tribune .  On the way to the newspaper office we would have to go by the jail.  There sitting in front of the jail was Atticus with the calorie-free and extension cord.  I was going to run to him only Jem stopped me.  He said that Atticus would not like the states beingness here.  We were turning to go out and saw four cars moving slowly in line stop in front of the jail.  Atticus seemed to have been expecting them.

In ones and twos, men got out of the cars.  Atticusremained where he was.  The men hid from view.

"He in there, Mr. Finch?" a man said.

"He is," we heard Atticus answer,  "and he'south comatose.  Don't wake him up."

The men talked in virtually-whispers.

"You know what we want," another human said.  "Get aside from the door, Mr. Finch."

"Y'all tin turn effectually and get domicile again, Walter," Atticus said pleasantly.  "Heck Tate's around somewhere."

"The hell he is," said another man.  "Heck won't come"

Things looked tense.

I broke away from Jem and ran to Atticus as fast as I could.  I pushed my way through the dark evil-smelling bodies and burst into the circle of light.

"H'ey Atticus!"

A flash of plain fear was in his optics and Jem and Dill wriggled into the light too.  I looked around and did not recognize these men.  These men were not the same men as the other night.  Atticus got up from his chair.

"Become home, Jem," he said.  "Take Scout and Dill home."

The way Jem was standing he was not thinking of budging.

"Go home, I said."

Jem shook his head.

"Son, I said go home."

Jem shook his head once again.

A man I didn't know threatened to send Jem dwelling himself.

"Don't you bear upon him!"   I kicked the homo.  I was surprised to come across him fall back in real pain.  I intended to boot his shin, only aimed also high.

Atticus told me that will do and said that I shouldn't boot folks.

"All right, Mr. Finch, get 'em outta hither," someone growled.  "You got 15 seconds to get 'em outta here."

I looked around and saw that virtually of the men were dressed in overalls and denim shirts buttoned upwardly to the collars even though it was a summer's night.  I looked for a familiar face.  I plant 1.

"Hey, Mr. Cunningham."

The man did not hear me, information technology seemed.

"Hey, Mr. Cuningham.  How'due south everything getting' along?"

Mr. Walter Cunningham blinked at me and hooked his thumbs in his overall straps.  He looked away.  He was ignoring me.

"Don't you remember me, Mrs. Cunningham? I'grand Jean Louise Finch.  Y'all brought us some hickory nuts  one time, recollect?"   I began to realize he wasn't going to answer.

"I go to school with Walter," I began once again.  "He's your boy, ain't he?  Own't he sir?"

Mr. Cunningham was moved to a pocket-size nod.  He did know me after all.

"He's in my grade," I said, "and he does right well.  He's a good boy," I added, "a real dainty male child.  We brought him abode for dinner one time.  Perchance he told you nigh me, I beat him upwards one time simply he was existent dainty nigh it.  Tell him hey for me, won't you?"

Atticus had always told me to be polite and to talk to people about things they were interested in.  The men were all looking at me.

"What's the thing?"  I asked.

Mr. Cunningham did a werid thing.  He squatted down and took me by both shoulders.

"I'll tell him yous said hey, little lady," he said.

And then he straightened up and waved a big paw. "Let'due south clear out," he called.  "Let'due south become going, boys."

The men shuffled back into their cars and were gone.

I turned to Atticus.  "Tin we become home at present?"  He nodded.

"Mr. Finch?  They gone?" Tom Robinson said from his jail prison cell.

"They've gone," he said.  "Become some slumber, Tom.  They won't bother you anymore."

From a different direction, another phonation cutting crisply through the night:  "Yous're damn tootin' they won't.  Had you covered all the time, Atticus."

Mr. Underwood and a double-barrelled shotgun were leaning out the window.

We started to walk habitation.  Atticus and Jem were ahead of me and Dill.  I idea Atticus would give Jem hell for not going home, simply I was incorrect.  Atticus reached out and massaged Jem's hair, his one sign of love.

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