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"
All
clear
,
"
I
said
.
"
Not
a
soul
in
sight
.
"
Jem
looked
up
the
sidewalk
to
Dill
,
who
nodded
.
Jem
attached
the
note
to
the
end
of
the
fishing
pole
,
let
the
pole
out
across
the
yard
and
pushed
it
toward
the
window
he
had
selected
.
The
pole
lacked
several
inches
of
being
long
enough
,
and
Jem
leaned
over
as
far
as
he
could
.
I
watched
him
making
jabbing
motions
for
so
long
,
I
abandoned
my
post
and
went
to
him
.
"
Can
’
t
get
it
off
the
pole
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
or
if
I
got
it
off
I
can
’
t
make
it
stay
.
G
’
on
back
down
the
street
,
Scout
.
"
I
returned
and
gazed
around
the
curve
at
the
empty
road
.
Occasionally
I
looked
back
at
Jem
,
who
was
patiently
trying
to
place
the
note
on
the
window
sill
.
It
would
flutter
to
the
ground
and
Jem
would
jab
it
up
,
until
I
thought
if
Boo
Radley
ever
received
it
he
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
read
it
.
I
was
looking
down
the
street
when
the
dinner
-
bell
rang
.
Shoulder
up
,
I
reeled
around
to
face
Boo
Radley
and
his
bloody
fangs
;
instead
,
I
saw
Dill
ringing
the
bell
with
all
his
might
in
Atticus
’
s
face
.
Jem
looked
so
awful
I
didn
’
t
have
the
heart
to
tell
him
I
told
him
so
.
He
trudged
along
,
dragging
the
pole
behind
him
on
the
sidewalk
.
Atticus
said
,
"
Stop
ringing
that
bell
.
"
Dill
grabbed
the
clapper
;
in
the
silence
that
followed
,
I
wished
he
’
d
start
ringing
it
again
.
Atticus
pushed
his
hat
to
the
back
of
his
head
and
put
his
hands
on
his
.
"
Jem
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
were
you
doing
?
"
