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With
movements
so
swift
they
seemed
simultaneous
,
Atticus
’
s
hand
yanked
a
ball
-
tipped
lever
as
he
brought
the
gun
to
his
shoulder
.
The
rifle
cracked
.
Tim
Johnson
leaped
,
flopped
over
and
crumpled
on
the
sidewalk
in
a
brown
-
and
-
white
heap
.
He
didn
’
t
know
what
hit
him
.
Mr
.
Tate
jumped
off
the
porch
and
ran
to
the
Radley
Place
.
He
stopped
in
front
of
the
dog
,
squatted
,
turned
around
and
tapped
his
finger
on
his
forehead
above
his
left
eye
.
"
You
were
a
little
to
the
right
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
"
he
called
.
"
Always
was
,
"
answered
Atticus
.
"
If
I
had
my
‘
druthers
I
’
d
take
a
shotgun
.
"
He
stooped
and
picked
up
his
glasses
,
ground
the
broken
lenses
to
powder
under
his
heel
,
and
went
to
Mr
.
Tate
and
stood
looking
down
at
Tim
Johnson
.
Doors
opened
one
by
one
,
and
the
neighborhood
slowly
came
alive
.
Miss
Maudie
walked
down
the
steps
with
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
.
Jem
was
paralyzed
.
I
pinched
him
to
get
him
moving
,
but
when
Atticus
saw
us
coming
he
called
,
"
Stay
where
you
are
.
"
When
Mr
.
Tate
and
Atticus
returned
to
the
yard
,
Mr
.
Tate
was
smiling
.
"
I
’
ll
have
Zeebo
collect
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
haven
’
t
forgot
much
,
Mr
.
Finch
.
They
say
it
never
leaves
you
.
"
Atticus
was
silent
.
"
Atticus
?
"
said
Jem
.
