Chapter 1
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- Ponyboy Walking Back from the Theatre Scene:Ponyboy walking home
- Socs beginning to threaten Ponyboy
- "Hey, grease...We're gonna do you a favor, greaser. We're gonna cut all that long greasy hair off."
- The Socs start to hurt Ponyboy
- "How'd you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?"
- "Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!"
- Darry! Soda! Help! Help!
- "When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home...besides I like walking. I about decided I didn't like it so much, though, when I spotted that red Corvair trailing me."
- The Gang saves Ponyboy
- "...the Corvair pulled up beside me and five Socs got out. I got pretty scared--- I'm kind of small for fourteen even though I have a good build, and those guys were bigger than me."
- The Gang comforts Ponyboy
- "They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?"
- "They had me down in a second. They had my arms and legs pinned down and one of them was sitting on my chest with his knees on my elbows, and if you don't think that hurts, you're crazy...A blade was held against my throat... It occurred to me then that they could kill me. I went wild. I started screaming for Soda, Darry, anyone."
- The Gang comforts Ponyboy (continued)
- "Easy, Ponyboy. They ain't gonna hurt you no more."
- "Then there were shouts and the pounding of feet, and the Socs jumped up and left me lying there, gasping. I lay there and wondered what in the world was happening--- people were jumping over me and running by me and I was too dazed to figure it out. Then someone had me under the armpits and was hauling me to my feet. It was Darry"
- "Darry jammed his fists in his pockets. "They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" They did. I was smarting and aching and my chest was sore and I was so nervous my hands were shaking and I wanted to start bawling, but you just don't say that to Darry."
- "I'm okay."
- "You got cut up a little, huh, Ponyboy?"
- "I remembered the voice: "Need a haircut, greaser?" The blade must have slipped while he was trying to shut me up. ...He looked at me more closely. I looked away hurriedly, because, if you want to know the truth, I was starting to bawl. I knew I was as white as I felt and I was shaking like a leaf.Soda just put his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, Ponyboy. They ain't gonna hurt you no more.""I know," I said, but the ground began to blur and I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. I brushed them away impatiently. "I'm just a little spooked, that's all."
- "Need a haircut, greaser?"
- I know, I'm just a little spooked, that's all.
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