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We
watched
Dill
emerge
by
degrees
.
He
was
a
tight
fit
.
He
stood
up
and
eased
his
shoulders
,
turned
his
feet
in
their
ankle
sockets
,
rubbed
the
back
of
his
neck
.
His
circulation
restored
,
he
said
,
"
Hey
.
"
Jem
petitioned
God
again
.
I
was
speechless
.
"
I
’
m
‘
bout
to
perish
,
"
said
Dill
.
"
Got
anything
to
eat
?
"
In
a
dream
,
I
went
to
the
kitchen
.
I
brought
him
back
some
milk
and
half
a
pan
of
corn
bread
left
over
from
supper
.
Dill
devoured
it
,
chewing
with
his
front
teeth
,
as
was
his
custom
.
I
finally
found
my
voice
.
"
How
’
d
you
get
here
?
"
By
an
involved
route
.
Refreshed
by
food
,
Dill
recited
this
narrative
:
having
been
bound
in
chains
and
left
to
die
in
the
basement
(
there
were
basements
in
Meridian
)
by
his
new
father
,
who
disliked
him
,
and
secretly
kept
alive
on
raw
field
peas
by
a
passing
farmer
who
heard
his
cries
for
help
(
the
good
man
poked
a
bushel
pod
by
pod
through
the
ventilator
)
,
Dill
worked
himself
free
by
pulling
the
chains
from
the
wall
.
Still
in
wrist
manacles
,
he
wandered
two
miles
out
of
Meridian
where
he
discovered
a
small
animal
show
and
was
immediately
engaged
to
wash
the
camel
.
He
traveled
with
the
show
all
over
Mississippi
until
his
infallible
sense
of
direction
told
him
he
was
in
Abbott
County
,
Alabama
,
just
across
the
river
from
Maycomb
.
He
walked
the
rest
of
the
way
.
"
How
’
d
you
get
here
?
"
asked
Jem
.
He
had
taken
thirteen
dollars
from
his
mother
’
s
purse
,
caught
the
nine
o
’
clock
from
Meridian
and
got
off
at
Maycomb
Junction
.
He
had
walked
ten
or
eleven
of
the
fourteen
miles
to
Maycomb
,
off
the
highway
in
the
scrub
bushes
lest
the
authorities
be
seeking
him
,
and
had
ridden
the
remainder
of
the
way
clinging
to
the
backboard
of
a
cotton
wagon
.
He
had
been
under
the
bed
for
two
hours
,
he
thought
;
he
had
heard
us
in
the
diningroom
,
and
the
clink
of
forks
on
plates
nearly
drove
him
crazy
.
He
thought
Jem
and
I
would
never
go
to
bed
;
he
had
considered
emerging
and
helping
me
beat
Jem
,
as
Jem
had
grown
far
taller
,
but
he
knew
Mr
.
Finch
would
break
it
up
soon
,
so
he
thought
it
best
to
stay
where
he
was
.
He
was
worn
out
,
dirty
beyond
belief
,
and
home
.
"
They
must
not
know
you
’
re
here
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
We
’
d
know
if
they
were
lookin
’
for
you
.
.
.
.
"
