Sunday, January 16, 2011

TKAM


p. 156 &157


"We were taking a shortcut across the square when four cars came 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.
Atticus took his eyes off the newspaper he was reading and stared at the cars. He seemed to be expecting them."
Something odd was going on. Although we would probably get into heaps of trouble if we got caught, from where we were now hiding I couldn't see clearly or hear a thing.
"Come on" I said. With a hand motion I signaled for Scout and Dill to follow me.
I ran as fast as I could towards the Jitney Jungle and silently hid at the door. I craned my neck, but I couldn't see too well. One of the cars was blocking my view and I was still to far to hear anything. Not only that, but all three of us didn't quite fit in the small place.
I searched for some other place to hide that would be close enough to hear the conversation and see what was going on. As I looked at neighboring shops, I saw Tyndal's Hardware store. It had a clear view of the jail and seemed able to cover all three of us.
"We can get closer" I whispered. I then ran towards the store, and instants later, Scout and Dill followed.
As we watched, some men came out of the cars and approached Atticus.
"He in there Mr. Finch?" a man said.
"He is" we heard Atticus answer, "and he's asleep. Don't wake him up."
"You know what we want," another man said. "Get aside form the door Mr. Finch."
The man's voice sounded full of bad intentions, and as he took a step forward, I feared for him. If worse came to worse, I just couldn't see how he intended to win against so many men.
I started to get to my feet to help Atticus, but as I did I brushed Scout's arm. I quickly crouched back to Scout and Dill's side. I realized that  if something bad did happen, I was the eldest, and thus it was my duty to help get Scout and Dill to safety.
The men and Atticus exchanged a few more words, but it wasn't until Atticus said "Do you really think so?" that I realized that maybe Atticus had thought of an idea to get out of this messy situation.
As I admired Atticus and wondered how exactly he intended to get out of this situation unharmed, I felt Scout move. Before I had time to react, she had dashed towards Atticus and was smiling widely. I thought my heart would stop. Just what was she thinking? A feeling of guilt suddenly overcame me. If something happened to Scout, I would certainly be held responsible, right?