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           "Webettergodownthere,"saidJem."They’llthinkit’sfunnyifwedon’tshowup."

           Mr.NathanRadleywasstandinginsidehisgate,ashotgunbrokenacrosshisarm.AtticuswasstandingbesideMissMaudieandMissStephanieCrawford.MissRachelandMr.Averywerenearby.Noneofthemsawuscomeup.

           WeeasedinbesideMissMaudie,wholookedaround."Wherewereyouall,didn’tyouhearthecommotion?"

           "Whathappened?"askedJem.

           "Mr.RadleyshotataNegroinhiscollardpatch."

           "Oh.Didhehithim?"

           "No,"saidMissStephanie."Shotintheair.Scaredhimpale,though.Saysifanybodyseesawhiteniggeraround,that’stheone.Sayshe’sgottheotherbarrelwaitin’forthenextsoundhehearsinthatpatch,an’nexttimehewon’taimhigh,beitdog,nigger,or—JemFinch!"

           "Ma’am?"askedJem.

           Atticusspoke."Where’reyourpants,son?"

           "Pants,sir?"

           "Pants."

           Itwasnouse.InhisshortsbeforeGodandeverybody.Isighed.

           "Ah—Mr.Finch?"