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We
were
taking
a
short
cut
across
the
square
when
four
dusty
cars
came
in
from
the
Meridian
highway
,
moving
slowly
in
a
line
.
They
went
around
the
square
,
passed
the
bank
building
,
and
stopped
in
front
of
the
jail
.
Nobody
got
out
.
We
saw
Atticus
look
up
from
his
newspaper
.
He
closed
it
,
folded
it
deliberately
,
dropped
it
in
his
lap
,
and
pushed
his
hat
to
the
back
of
his
head
.
He
seemed
to
be
expecting
them
.
"
Come
on
,
"
whispered
Jem
.
We
streaked
across
the
square
,
across
the
street
,
until
we
were
in
the
shelter
of
the
Jitney
Jungle
door
.
Jem
peeked
up
the
sidewalk
.
"
We
can
get
closer
,
"
he
said
.
We
ran
to
Tyndal
’
s
Hardware
door
—
near
enough
,
at
the
same
time
discreet
.
In
ones
and
twos
,
men
got
out
of
the
cars
.
Shadows
became
substance
as
lights
revealed
solid
shapes
moving
toward
the
jail
door
.
Atticus
remained
where
he
was
.
The
men
hid
him
from
view
.
"
He
in
there
,
Mr
.
Finch
?
"
a
man
said
.
"
He
is
,
"
we
heard
Atticus
answer
,
"
and
he
’
s
asleep
.
Don
’
t
wake
him
up
.
"
In
obedience
to
my
father
,
there
followed
what
I
later
realized
was
a
sickeningly
comic
aspect
of
an
unfunny
situation
:
the
men
talked
in
near
-
whispers
.
"
You
know
what
we
want
,
"
another
man
said
.
"
Get
aside
from
the
door
,
Mr
.
Finch
.
"
"
You
can
turn
around
and
go
home
again
,
Walter
,
"
Atticus
said
pleasantly
.
"
Heck
Tate
’
s
around
somewhere
.
"
"
The
hell
he
is
,
"
said
another
man
.
"
Heck
’
s
bunch
’
s
so
deep
in
the
woods
they
won
’
t
get
out
till
mornin
’
.
"
