"... Robert E. Lee Ewell!" In an answer to the clerks booming voice, a little bantam cock of a man rose and strutted to the stand, the back of his neck reddening at the sound of his name. When he turned around to take the oath, we saw that his face was as red as his neck. We also saw no resemblance to his namesake. A shock of wispy new-washed hair stood up from his forhead; his nose was thin, pointed, and shiny; he had no chin to speak of—it seemed to be part of his creepy neck." Pg. 227

Mr. Ewell on the stand to testify against Tom Robinson.