“If I got killed, what’d 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… it’s sort of like making a turtle come out…” “How’s 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.
“Ain’t hateful, just persuades him—’s not like you’d chunk him in the fire,” Jem growled.
“How do you know a match don’t hurt him?” “Turtles can’t 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 won’t say you ran out on a dare an’ I’ll swap you The Gray Ghost if you just go up and touch the house.
Jem brightened. “Touch the house, that all?” Dill nodded.
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