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Chapter 6
Withthisthoughtinmind,Imadeperhapsonestepperminute.ImovedfasterwhenIsawJemfaraheadbeckoninginthemoonlight.Wecametothegatethatdividedthegardenfromthebackyard.Jemtouchedit.Thegatesqueaked.
"Spitonit,"whisperedDill.
"You’vegotusinabox,Jem,"Imuttered."Wecan’tgetoutofheresoeasy."
"Sh-h.Spitonit,Scout."
Wespatourselvesdry,andJemopenedthegateslowly,liftingitasideandrestingitonthefence.Wewereinthebackyard.
ThebackoftheRadleyhousewaslessinvitingthanthefront:aramshackleporchranthewidthofthehouse;thereweretwodoorsandtwodarkwindowsbetweenthedoors.Insteadofacolumn,aroughtwo-by-foursupportedoneendoftheroof.AnoldFranklinstovesatinacorneroftheporch;aboveitahat-rackmirrorcaughtthemoonandshoneeerily.
"Ar-r,"saidJemsoftly,liftinghisfoot.
"’Smatter?"
"Chickens,"hebreathed.
ThatwewouldbeobligedtododgetheunseenfromalldirectionswasconfirmedwhenDillaheadofusspelledG-o-dinawhisper.Wecrepttothesideofthehouse,aroundtothewindowwiththehangingshutter.ThesillwasseveralinchestallerthanJem.
