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"
Oh
.
Did
he
hit
him
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Miss
Stephanie
.
"
Shot
in
the
air
.
Scared
him
pale
,
though
.
Says
if
anybody
sees
a
white
nigger
around
,
that
’
s
the
one
.
Says
he
’
s
got
the
other
barrel
waitin
’
for
the
next
sound
he
hears
in
that
patch
,
an
’
next
time
he
won
’
t
aim
high
,
be
it
dog
,
nigger
,
or
—
Jem
Finch
!
"
"
Ma
’
am
?
"
asked
Jem
.
Atticus
spoke
.
"
Where
’
re
your
pants
,
son
?
"
"
Pants
,
sir
?
"
"
Pants
.
"
It
was
no
use
.
In
his
shorts
before
God
and
everybody
.
I
sighed
.
"
Ah
—
Mr
.
Finch
?
"
In
the
glare
from
the
streetlight
,
I
could
see
Dill
hatching
one
:
his
eyes
widened
,
his
fat
cherub
face
grew
rounder
.
"
What
is
it
,
Dill
?
"
asked
Atticus
.
