The Outsiders Chapter no 4

The Outsiders Chapter no 4

This document is Chapter 4 of *The Outsiders* by S.E. Hinton, which depicts one of the most pivotal moments in the novel — the night Ponyboy and Johnny’s confrontation with the Socs turns deadly. The chapter begins with the two boys cooling off in a park at 2:30 in the morning after leaving a drive-in, when they are cornered by five drunk Socs, including Bob and Randy, who are angry that the greasers had been talking to their girlfriends. Outnumbered and threatened, the situation escalates violently when the Socs attempt to drown Ponyboy in the park fountain, and Johnny, in a desperate attempt to save his friend’s life, stabs and kills Bob with his switchblade. Shaken and terrified, the two boys flee to their friend Dallas Winston (Dally) for help, finding him at a rowdy party at Buck Merril’s place. Dally, unfazed by the news, provides them with a loaded gun, fifty dollars, dry clothes, and a plan — instructing them to hop a freight train to Windrixville and hide in an abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain until things settle down. The boys successfully board the train and arrive at dawn, make their way to the old, eerie church, and collapse from exhaustion, now fugitives on the run from a murder charge, cut off from their families and the only life they have ever known.

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Chapter 4
THE PARK WAS ABOUT two blocks square, with a fountain in the middle and a
small swimming pool for the little kids. The pool was empty now in the fall, but the
fountain was going merrily. Tall elm trees made the park shadowy and dark, and it would
have been a good hangout, but we preferred our vacant lot, and the Shepard outfit liked
the alleys down by the tracks, so the park was left to lovers and little kids.
Nobody was around at two-thirty in the morning, and it was a good place to relax
and cool off. I couldn't have gotten much cooler without turning into a popsicle. Johnny
snapped up his jeans jacket and flipped up the collar.
"Ain't you about to freeze to death, Pony?"
"You ain't a'woofin'," I said, rubbing my bare arms between drags on my
cigarette. I started to say something about the film of ice developing on the outer edges of
the fountain when a sudden blast from a car horn made us both jump. The blue Mustang
was circling the park slowly.
Johnny swore under his breath, and I muttered, "What do they want? This is our
territory. What are Socs doing this far east?"
Johnny shook his head. "I don't know. But I bet they're looking for us. We picked
up their girls."
"Oh, glory," I said with a groan, "this is all I need to top off a perfect night" I took
one last drag on my weed and ground the stub under my heel. "Want to run for it?"
"It's too late now," Johnny said. "Here they come."
Five Socs were coming straight at us, and from the way they were staggering I
figured they were reeling pickled. That scared me. A cool deadly bluff could sometimes
shake them off, but not if they outnumbered you five to two and were drunk. Johnny's
hand went to his back pocket and I remembered his switchblade. I wished for that broken
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bottle. I'd sure show them I could use it if I had to. Johnny was scared to death. I mean it.
He was as white as a ghost and his eyes were wild-looking, like the eyes of an animal in a
trap. We backed against the fountain and the Socs surrounded us. They smelled so
heavily of whiskey and English Leather that I almost choked. I wished desperately that
Darry and Soda would come along hunting for me. The four of us could handle them
easily. But no one was around, and I knew Johnny and I were going to have to fight it out
alone. Johnny had a blank, tough look on his face--- you'd have had to know him to see
the panic in his eyes. I stared at the Socs coolly. Maybe they could scare us to death, but
we'd never let them have the satisfaction of knowing it.
It was Randy and Bob and three other Socs, and they recognized us. I knew
Johnny recognized them; he was watching the moonlight glint off Bob's rings with huge
eyes.
"Hey, whatta ya know?" Bob said a little unsteadily, "here's the little greasers that
picked up our girls. Hey, greasers."
"You're outa your territory," Johnny warned in a low voice. "You'd better watch
it"
Randy swore at us and they stepped in closes. Bob was eyeing Johnny. "Nup, pal,
yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind---
dirt."
I was getting mad. I was hating them enough to lose my head.
"You know what a greaser is?" Bob asked. "White trash with long hair."
I felt the blood draining from my face. I've been cussed out and sworn at, but
nothing ever hit me like that did. Johnnycake made a kind of gasp and his eyes were
smoldering.
"You know what a Soc is?" I said, my voice shaking with rage. "White trash with
Mustangs and madras." And then, because I couldn't think of anything bad enough to call
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them, I spit at them. Bob shook his head, smiling slowly. "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."
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
desperately but only sucked in water. I'm 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 pavement beside the fountain, coughing
water and gasping. I lay there weakly, breathing in air 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.
"I killed him," he said slowly. "I killed that boy."
Bob, the handsome Soc, was lying there in the moonlight, doubled up and still. A
dark pool was growing from him, spreading slowly over the blue white cement. I looked
at Johnny's hand. He was clutching his switchblade, and it was dark to the hilt. My
stomach gave a violent jump and my blood turned icy.
"Johnny," I managed to say, fighting the dizziness, "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Go ahead," he said in the same steady voice. "I won't look at you."
I turned my head and was quietly sick for a minute. Then I leaned back and closed
my eyes so I wouldn't see Bob lying there.
This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be...
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