Chapter's 28-31 in the perspective of Boo

Once the sun was setting, I heard masses of people passing my house. They were probably attending the pageant that Nathan had spoken of one day after he went to town. I tried hard to ignore them and walked slowly to my book shelf and opened a book that I had read over twenty times. I heard music in the distance and remembered that the pageant was being held at the high school and wondered if the Finch children would be there. The hours passed very slowly and around ten o'clock I decided to go down to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. I heard what sounded like an echo of a child yelling something playfully in the distance but thought nothing of it.
"Hello!" Yelled another child.
I decided that it must just be a couple of children playing inconveniently at night.
"What was that noise?" Nathan growled from the hallway. I shrugged in the dark and he consented silently to let me alone. I soon heard echoing whispers from outside and thought it best to see what was going on. I walked quietly outside in the dark, as not to be seen, and quickly walked along the road. I tried to follow where I thought the whispers were coming from.
The whispers suddenly turned into suppressed screams. I began to run toward the noises and felt myself entering a cool spot on the earth which must have meant that I was allegedly under a tree. I heard coughing and suffocating and saw the outlines of two children and a man. The suffocating was coming from one of the children and the other child was passed out beside the tree trunk. I rammed into the man and snatched the knife from his hand. I trembled as I punched him in the gut and stabbed his ribs with the knife.
The man choked and coughed and slumped against the tree next to the boy. I was still shaking from adrenaline as I lifted the Finch boy into my arms and listened to make sure that Scout was following close behind. I reached the Finch home and Atticus helped me take Jem inside. Atticus showed me a seat near a wall I could sit next to while he called the sheriff and the doctor. Jean Louise stared at me with curiosity but was to interested in her brother's well being to pay attention to me for too long. My assesment of the boy's situation while I was carrying him home was that he was badly injured but could be healed. That seemed to be the case that the doctor described when he spent a few minutes with Jem. I looked around the house and the colors were unfamiliar to me. Although I was aware that Jem was hurt, I knew that he and Scout would be okay and I was happy to finally be apart of their lives.