Ricky Scanlon lay quietly in his bed in Miles Memorial Hospital. The injured boy presented a pitiable figure, as with his one free hand, he picked idly at the clean white sheet. In thought, Ricky was grimly surveying his future. His prospects for any happiness with Donna Cabut seemed overshadowed by a sentence to the reform school. He had no regrets for the course he had chosen, his goal now was a clean record, so that he could make a fresh start in shaping his future - the kind of future in which Donna would fit...