“He oughta be here by now,” said Calpurnia, pointing down the street. “Not runnin’, is he?” asked Mr. Tate. “Naw sir, he’s in the twitchin’ stage, Mr. Heck.” “Should we go after him, Heck?” asked Atticus. “We better wait, Mr. Finch. They usually go in a straight line, but you never can tell. He might follow the curve – hope he does or he’ll go straight in the Radley back yard. Let’s wait a minute.”
