Wonder what he looks like? said Dill.
Jem gave a reasonable description of Boo: Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, thats why his hands were bloodstained if you ate an animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.
Lets try to make him come out, said Dill. Id like to see what he looks like.
Jem said if Dill wanted to get himself killed, all he had to do was go up and knock on the front door.
Our first raid came to pass only because Dill bet Jem The Gray Ghost against two Tom Swifts that Jem wouldnt get any farther than the Radley gate. In all his life, Jem had never declined a dare.
Jem thought about it for three days. I suppose he loved honor more than his head, for Dill wore him down easily: Youre scared, Dill said, the first day. Aint scared, just respectful, Jem said. The next day Dill said, Youre too scared even to put your big toe in the front yard. Jem said he reckoned he wasnt, hed passed the Radley Place every school day of his life.
Always runnin, I said.
But Dill got
him the third day, when he told Jem that folks in Meridian certainly werent as afraid as the folks in Maycomb, that hed never seen such scary folks as the ones in Maycomb.
This was enough to make Jem march to the corner, where he stopped and leaned against the light-pole, watching the gate hanging crazily on its homemade hinge.
I hope youve got it through your head that hell kill us each and every one, Dill Harris, said Jem, when we joined him. Dont blame me when he gouges your eyes out. You started it, remember.
Youre still scared, murmured Dill patiently.
Jem wanted Dill to know once and for all that he wasnt scared of anything: Its just that I cant think of a way to make him come out without him gettin us. Besides, Jem had his little sister to think of.
When he said that, I knew he was afraid. Jem had his little sister to think of the time I dared him to jump off the top of the house: If I got killed, whatd become of you? he asked. Then he jumped, landed unhurt, and his sense of responsibility left him until confronted by the Radley Place.
You gonna run out on a dare? asked Dill. If you are, then
Dill, you have to think about these things, Jem said. Lemme think a minute... its sort of like making a turtle come out...
Hows that? asked Dill.
Strike a match under him.
I told Jem if he set fire to the Radley house I was going to tell Atticus on him.
Dill said striking a match under a turtle was hateful.
Aint hateful, just persuades hims not like youd chunk him in the fire, Jem growled.
How do you know a match dont hurt him?
Turtles cant feel, stupid, said Jem.
Were you ever a turtle, huh?
My stars, Dill! Now lemme think... reckon we can rock him....
Jem stood in thought so long that Dill made a mild concession: I wont say you ran out on a dare an Ill swap you The Gray Ghost if you just go up and touch the house.
Jem brightened. Touch the house, that all?
Dill nodded.
Sure thats all, now? I dont want you hollerin something different the minute I get back.
Yeah, thats all, said Dill. Hell probably come out after you when he sees you in the yard, then Scoutn mell jump on him and hold him down till we can tell him we aint gonna hurt him.
We left the corner, crossed the side street that ran in front of the Radley house, and stopped at the gate.
Well go on, said Dill, Scout and mes right behind you.
Im going, said Jem, dont hurry me.
He walked to the corner of the lot, then back again, studying the simple terrain as if deciding how best to effect an entry, frowning and scratching his head.
Then I sneered at him.
Jem threw open the gate and sped to the side of the house, slapped it with his palm and ran back past us, not waiting to see if his foray was successful. Dill and I followed on his heels. Safely on our porch, panting and out of breath, we looked back.
The old house was the same, droopy and sick, but as we stared down the street we thought we saw an inside shutter move. Flick. A tiny, almost invisible movement, and the house was still.
2
Jem condescended to take me to school the first day, a job usually done by ones parents, but Atticus had said Jem would be delighted to show me where my room was. I think some money changed hands in this transaction, for as we trotted around the corner past the Radley Place I heard an unfamiliar jingle in Jems pockets. When we slowed to a walk at the edge of the schoolyard, Jem was careful to explain that during school hours I was not to bother him, I was not to approach him with requests to enact a chapter of Tarzan and the Ant Men, to embarrass him with references to his private life, or tag along behind him at recess and noon. I was to stick with the first grade and he would stick with the fifth. In short, I was to leave him alone.
You mean we cant play any more? I asked.