“You hear my costume rustlin’. Aw, it’s just Halloween got you…”
I said it more to convince myself than Jem, for sure enough, as we began walking, I heard what he was talking about.
It was not my costume. “It’s just old Cecil,” said Jem presently.
“He won’t get us again. Let’s don’t let him think we’re hurrying.”
We slowed to a crawl. I asked Jem how Cecil could follow us in this dark, looked to me like he’d bump into us from behind.
“I can see you, Scout,” Jem said. “How? I can’t see you.”
“Your fat streaks are showin’. Mrs. Crenshaw painted ’em with some of that shiny stuff so they’d show up under the footlights.
I can see you pretty well, an’ I expect Cecil can see you well enough to keep his distance.”
I would show Cecil that we knew he was behind us and we were ready for him.
“Cecil Jacobs is a big wet he-en!” I yelled suddenly, turning around.
We stopped. There was no acknowledgement save he-en bouncing off the distant schoolhouse wall.
“I’ll get him,” said Jem. “He-y!” Hay-e-hay-e-hay-ey, answered the schoolhouse wall.
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