It was only a fantasy. We would never see him. He probably did go out when the
moon was down and gaze upon Miss Stephanie Crawford. I’d have picked
somebody else to look at, but that was his business. He would never gaze at us.
“You aren’t starting that again, are you?” said Atticus one night, when I expressed
a stray desire just to have one good look at Boo Radley before I died. “If you are,
I’ll tell you right now: stop it. I’m too old to go chasing you off the Radley
property. Besides, it’s dangerous. You might get shot. You know Mr. Nathan
shoots at every shadow he sees, even shadows that leave size-four bare footprints.
You were lucky not to be killed.”