US that gun. If Johnny got caught, they'd give him the electrie chair, and if they eaught me. I'd be sent to a reformatory. I'd heard about reformatories from Curly Shepard and I didn't want to go to one at all.. So we'd have to be hermits for the rest of our lives, and never see anyone but Dally. Maybe I'd never see Darry or Sodapop again. Or even TwoBit or Steve. I was in the country, but I knew I wasn't going to like it as mueh as I'd thought I would. There are things worse than being a greaser. I met a sunburned farmer driving a traetor down the road. I waved at him and he stopped. "Could you tell me where Jay Mountain is?" I asked as politely as I could. He pointed on down the road. "Follow this road to that big hill over there. That's it. Taking a walk?" "Yessir." I managed to look sheepish. "We're playing army and I'm supposed to report to headquarters there." I ean lie so easily that it spooks me sometimes— Soda says it comes from reading so mueh. But then, Two-Bit lies all the time too, and he never opens a book. "Boys will be boys," the farmer said with a grin, and I thought dully that he sounded as com-poney as Hank Williams. He went on and I walked baek to where Johnny was waiting. WE CLIMBED UP THE ROAD to the ehurch, although it was a lot farther away than it looked. The road got steeper with every step. I was feeling kind of drunk— I always do when I get too sleepy — and my legs got heavier and heavier. I guess Johnny was sleepier than I was — he had stayed awake on the train to make sure we got off at the right place. It took us about forty-five minutes to get there. We elimbed in a back window. It was a small church, real old and spooky and spiderwebby. It gave me the creeps. The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton 57