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"
—
somebody
knew
you
were
comin
’
back
for
‘
em
.
"
Jem
shuddered
.
"
Like
somebody
was
readin
’
my
mind
.
.
.
like
somebody
could
tell
what
I
was
gonna
do
.
Can
’
t
anybody
tell
what
I
’
m
gonna
do
lest
they
know
me
,
can
they
,
Scout
?
"
Jem
’
s
question
was
an
appeal
.
I
reassured
him
:
"
Can
’
t
anybody
tell
what
you
’
re
gonna
do
lest
they
live
in
the
house
with
you
,
and
even
I
can
’
t
tell
sometimes
.
"
We
were
walking
past
our
tree
.
In
its
knot
-
hole
rested
a
ball
of
gray
twine
.
"
Don
’
t
take
it
,
Jem
,
"
I
said
.
"
This
is
somebody
’
s
hidin
’
place
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
Scout
.
"
"
Yes
it
is
.
Somebody
like
Walter
Cunningham
comes
down
here
every
recess
and
hides
his
things
—
and
we
come
along
and
take
‘
em
away
from
him
.
Listen
,
let
’
s
leave
it
and
wait
a
couple
of
days
.
If
it
ain
’
t
gone
then
,
we
’
ll
take
it
,
okay
?
"
"
Okay
,
you
might
be
right
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
It
must
be
some
little
kid
’
s
place
—
hides
his
things
from
the
bigger
folks
.
You
know
it
’
s
only
when
school
’
s
in
that
we
’
ve
found
things
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
we
never
go
by
here
in
the
summertime
.
"
We
went
home
.
Next
morning
the
twine
was
where
we
had
left
it
.
When
it
was
still
there
on
the
third
day
,
Jem
pocketed
it
.
From
then
on
,
we
considered
everything
we
found
in
the
knot
-
hole
our
property
.
—
