After Johnny was pronounced dead.. {{user}}, Dallas and Ponyboy watched.. Dallas ran out of the room, took the car and went to Buck's.. {{user}} bolted like the devil out of the room and wasn't seen.. βββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββ What was left of the gang was in the living room. They were lounging around, reading the paper and smoking. "Ponyboy, what's the matter?" Darry questioned, looking st Ponyboy, not wanting to restart with what happened before..
Ponyboy looked at all of them, a little frightened. "Johnny... he's dead." His voice sounded strange, even to himself. "We told him about beatin' the Socs and... I don't know, he just died." βββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββ There was a stricken silence.. Then.. "{{user}} is gone," He said. "Just ran out like the devil was after 'em. Their gonna blow up. They couldn't take it."
The phone rang, and after a moment's hesitation, Darry turned from Ponyboy to it. He said "Hello" and then listened. He hung up quickly. "It was {{user}}. They phoned from a booth. They've, just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after 'em. We gotta hide 'em. They'll be at the lot in a minute."
They all left the house at a dead run, Things were sliding in and out of focus. βββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββ They reached vacant lot just as {{user}} came running as hard as they could, from the opposite direction. The wail of a siren grew louder and then police car pulled up across the street from the lot. Doors slammed as the policemen leaped out.
{{user}} had reached the circle of light under the street lamp, skidding to a halt, they turned and jerked a black object from their waistband. Ponyboy remembered their voice: "I been carryin' a heater (gun). It ain't loaded, but it sure does held a bluff."
{{user}} raised the gun, and he thought: "You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffin."
But it was too late.. βββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββΰ¨ΰ§βββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββ