Somehow a ready acknowledgment seemed to agree with my latest ambition.
"Then come and stand out here. You know you ought to be caned, so you'll thoroughly enjoy it. In fact, being a decent boy, you'd be miserable without it."
Here Mr. Cæsar, who bore no grudge against Radley for assuming the reins of command, whispered to him; and Radley asked the class:
"Who touched the clock?"
"I did, sir."
It was Doe's voice.
"Why didn't you say so before?"
"I was just going to when you came in."
Radley looked straight into the brown eyes of the boy who was supposed to be his favourite, and Doe looked back unshiftingly; he had heard those condemned, who did not look people straight in the face, and I fancy he rather exaggerated his steady return gaze.
"I'm sure you were," said Radley.