If you had a clear conscience, why were you scared? Like I states previously, it weren t safe for any nigger to be in a fix like that. But you weren t in a fix you affirmed that you were resisting Miss Ewell. Were you so frightened that she d hurt you, you ran, a huge dollar like you? No suh, I s afraid I d remain in court, much like I am now.
Scared of arrest, frightened you d need to face up to what you did? No suh, frightened I d hafta confront what I didn t do. Are you being impudent to me, kid? No suh, I didn t go to be. This was as much as I became aware of Mr. Gilmer s cross-examination, since Jem made me take Dill out.
For some factor Dill had actually started crying and couldn t stop; silently in the beginning, then his sobs were heard by a number of individuals in the veranda. Jem said if I didn t go with him he d make me, and Reverend Sykes said I d better go, so I went. Dill had actually seemed to be all right that day, absolutely nothing incorrect with him, but I thought he hadn t fully recuperated from fleing. Ain t you feeling excellent? I asked, when we reached the bottom of the stairs. Dill tried to pull himself together as we diminished the south actions. Mr. Link Deas was a lonesome figure on the top action. Anything happenin, Scout? he asked as we passed. No sir, I addressed over my shoulder. Dill here, he s ill. Come on out under the trees, I said. Heat got you, I expect. We chose the fattest live oak and we sat under it. It was just him I couldn t stand, Dill said. Who, Tom? That old Mr. Gilmer doin him thataway, talking so hateful to him Dill, that s his job. Why, if we didn t have district attorneys well, we couldn t have defense attorneys, I reckon. Dill exhaled patiently. I know all that, Scout. It was the method he stated it made me sick, plain sick. He s supposed to act that way, Dill, he was cross Page 202 He didn t act that method when Dill, those were his own witnesses. Well, Mr. Finch didn t act that method to Mayella and old guy Ewell when he crossexamined them. The manner in which guy called him boy all the time an sneered at him, a looked around at the jury each time he responded to Well, Dill, after all he s just a Negro. I don t care one speck. It ain t right, in some way it ain t right to do em that method. Hasn t any person got any service talkin like that it just makes me sick. That s simply Mr. Gilmer s method, Dill, he does em all that method. You ve never seen him get great n down on one yet.
Why, when well, today Mr. Gilmer seemed to me like he wasn t half attempting. They do em all that method, most lawyers, I mean. Mr. Finch doesn t. He s not an example, Dill, he s I was trying to search in my memory for a sharp phrase of Miss Maudie Atkinson s. I had it: He s the very same in the courtroom as he is on the general public streets. That s not what I imply, stated Dill. I understand what you mean, boy, said a voice behind us. We thought it originated from the tree-trunk, but it belonged to Mr. Dolphus Raymond. He peered around the trunk at us. You aren t thin-hided, it simply makes you sick, doesn t it? Page 203