Dally swallowed, wiping the sweat off his upper lip. "Johnnycake?" he said in a hoarse voice. "Johnny?" Johnny stirred weakly, then opened his eyes. "Hey," he managed softly. "We won," Dally panted. "We beat the Socs. We stomped them-chased them outa our territory."
Dally licked his lips nervously. "They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all. Yeah, they're calling you a hero now and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you buddy." Johnny's eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him. That was all Johnny had ever wanted. "Ponyboy."
I barely heard him. I came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say. Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold..." The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.