I had thought about turning ourselves in lots of times, but apparently, the whole idea was a jolt to Dallas.

The cinders and embers began falling on us, stinging and smarting like ants.

One was screaming his head off, and Johnny yelled, “Shut up!  We’re going to get you out!”

“For Pete’s sake, get outta there!  That roofs gonna cave in any minute.”

The cops have come for us.  I tried to swallow a groan and wished wildly for Soda.

Sodapop kept them in stitches.

I’d die if I got my picture in the paper with my hair looking so lousy.

Darry looked down at him and grinned half-heartedly.

He’d kill those reports if he got hold of them.

“Shoot, kid, if I ever did that my mom would die of shock.”

My friends -- they’d think I was off my rocker or turning soft.