He was lying on the sidewalk while we were all jumping over and running past him. Darry ran over to his side. I went over with the rest of the gang to pound some heads in. After the Socs drove away I ran back over to Ponyboy, trailing behind Soda. His neck was bleeding pretty bad and he looked like a ghost. "Are te all right Pony? Did they pull a blade on you?" Sodapop was holding a hankerchief against Pony's neck. It was slowly getting red. "Yeah." His voice sounded hoarse and dry. "It's okay Ponyboy, they ain't gonna hurt te no more." We walked da to the house while Darry was yelling at...
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