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"
Let
anything
get
in
front
of
him
and
he
’
ll
come
straight
at
it
.
"
Mr
.
Tate
put
his
hand
to
his
forehead
and
leaned
forward
.
"
He
’
s
got
it
all
right
,
Mr
.
Finch
.
"
Tim
Johnson
was
advancing
at
a
snail
’
s
pace
,
but
he
was
not
playing
or
sniffing
at
foliage
:
he
seemed
dedicated
to
one
course
and
motivated
by
an
invisible
force
that
was
inching
him
toward
us
.
We
could
see
him
shiver
like
a
horse
shedding
flies
;
his
jaw
opened
and
shut
;
he
was
alist
,
but
he
was
being
pulled
gradually
toward
us
.
"
He
’
s
lookin
’
for
a
place
to
die
,
"
said
Jem
.
Mr
.
Tate
turned
around
.
"
He
’
s
far
from
dead
,
Jem
,
he
hasn
’
t
got
started
yet
.
"
Tim
Johnson
reached
the
side
street
that
ran
in
front
of
the
Radley
Place
,
and
what
remained
of
his
poor
mind
made
him
pause
and
seem
to
consider
which
road
he
would
take
.
He
made
a
few
hesitant
steps
and
stopped
in
front
of
the
Radley
gate
;
then
he
tried
to
turn
around
,
but
was
having
difficulty
.
Atticus
said
,
"
He
’
s
within
range
,
Heck
.
You
better
get
him
before
he
goes
down
the
side
street
—
Lord
knows
who
’
s
around
the
corner
.
Go
inside
,
Cal
.
"
Calpurnia
opened
the
screen
door
,
latched
it
behind
her
,
then
unlatched
it
and
held
onto
the
hook
.
She
tried
to
block
Jem
and
me
with
her
body
,
but
we
looked
out
from
beneath
her
arms
.
"
Take
him
,
Mr
.
Finch
.
"
Mr
.
Tate
handed
the
rifle
to
Atticus
;
Jem
and
I
nearly
fainted
.
