Jem thought about it for three days. I suppose he loved honor more than his head,
for Dill wore him down easily: “You’re scared,” Dill said, the first day. “Ain’t
scared, just respectful,” Jem said. The next day Dill said, “You’re too scared even
to put your big toe in the front yard.” (13)
This was enough to make Jem march to the corner, where he stopped and leaned
against the light-pole, watching the gate hanging crazily on its homemade hinge. (13)