“I don’t mean robbery; I mean the Mann act, or kidnapping, or whatever you call it. He’s a minor, isn’t he?”
She watched him and grew more uneasy, for worry appeared on his face.
“Gosh,” he murmured. “I don’t know anything about the law.... You think they might send the police after us?”
She shrugged helplessly. He pondered for a minute, then turned around and tugged at Blake’s foot.
“Wake up, kid—you can sleep again in a minute. Listen; how worried do you think your mother will be?”
Blake sat up with a guilty jerk and rubbed his eyes. He was frightened at first; then he remembered and smiled. Watching him through the driving mirror, Gin knew that she would fight for him no matter what the police did. She’d keep him out of school if he didn’t want to go back. She’d take care of him.
“What did you say?”
“We were wondering about your mother,” said Teddy. “Will she send the police after us? You’re a runaway, you know.”
The air was growing lighter, changing to pink. Blake looked around him at the passing juniper-bushes and said slowly, “She won’t think I’ve gone. Not till this afternoon. I said I wouldn’t be coming home; she’ll think I went with you.”
“But when she finds out?”