Johnny: You're outta your territory. You'd better watch it.
Bob: Hey look its thoses greasers that picked up our girls. Hey, greasers.
Bob: You could use a bath, greaser. and a good working over. And we've got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath David.
It was around 2:30 am. Johnny and Ponyboy were heading back home and went to the park.
All of a sudden five socs appered, very drunk, surronding us against the fountain.
The socs continued to call tgem bad names like white trash with long hair. Then Pny fired back calling them white trash with Mustangs and Madras.
Johnny: I killed him, I killed that boy.
I ducked and tried to run for it, but the Soc caught my arm and twisted it behind my back, and shoved my face into the fountain. I fought, but the hand at the back of my neck was strong and I had to hold my breath. I'm dying, I thought, and wondered what was happening to Johnny. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I fought again desprately but only sucked in water. Im drowning I thought, they've gone too far... A red haze filled my mind and I slowly relaxed.
The next thing I knew I was lying on the pavementbeside the fountain, coughing water and gasping. I lay there weakly, breathing in ar and spitting out water. The Wind blasted through my soaked sweat shirt and dripping hair. My teeth chattered unceasingly and I couldn't stop them.
I finally pushed myself up and leaned back against the fountain, the water running down my face. Then I saw Johnny. He was sitting next to me, one elbow on his knee and staring straight ahead. He was a Strange greenish-white, and his eyes were huger than I'd ever seen them.