dare

(Source Document: To Kill a Mocking Bird)

By that time I was shrieking.

"You gonna run out on a dare?"

Jem's white shirttail dipped and bobbed like a small ghost dancing away to escape the coming morning.

The house was low, was once white writing deep with deep green shutters, but had long ago darkened to the color of the slate-gray yard around it.

When we went into the house I saw he been crying; his face was dirty in the right places, but I thought it odd that I had not heard him.