Teddy said nothing. They looked at him imploringly, waiting, but he did not say anything. At last Gin took him by the shoulders and shook him.
“You’re not going to back out, are you?” she begged. “You want to go away, don’t you? You said you did. Come on. Blake, you tell him.”
Blake couldn’t speak. “Oh, all right,” said Gin petulantly. “Neither of you mean it. Come on, Blake, let’s get out and leave him here. He can stay in this old town till he rots. I’m going to Mexico.”
Blake’s mind seemed to burn up in a quick ecstatic thought of it. He shuddered.
Teddy spoke at last. “Of course I’m going. Don’t be an ass. I’m just thinking.” He sat still, and then said, “First we’d better get coats. Give me the checks. It’s going to be cold.”
“Oh,” Gin cried impatiently, “we don’t need coats. Come on.”
“Wait a minute. Give me the check, you lunatic.” She handed it to him; he took Blake’s and went to the door. When he came back with the coats——“There,” he said. “We don’t have to be quite half cocked, do we? Now about money. We’ll need gas, Gin: try to snap out of it. I’m broke. Is everyone?”
“No,” said Blake, “I’ve got fifteen dollars.”
“I cashed my salary today,” said Gin. “I have twenty. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
“It’s got to be. All right, let’s go. Let’s see where we can be by morning.” He wrapped his coat around him and sat back.