Chapter Four

• The blue Mustang was circling the park slowly
• It was Randy and Bob and three other Socs
• Ponyboy: I'm drowning, I thought, they've gone too far ... A red haze filled my mind and I slowly relaxed
• Johnny: I killed him ... I killed that boy
• About Johnny: he was clutching his switchblade
• About Dally: he handed us a gun and a roll of bills
• Dally: hop on the three-fifteen freight to Windrixville