“Did you like it?” Gin asked him. “The Reservation, I mean.”
“It was grand,” said Teddy. “We took a private jaunt into the country and learned how to trade. We made plans to take out a license and start a post of our own. Oh, but the really important plan....”
“Look here,” Blake interrupted, “you’re not going around talking about that, are you?”
“Gin’s safe,” Teddy argued.
“She’s not. Nobody’s safe. Are you trying to ruin it? We promised we weren’t going to speak of it at all, to anyone. He’s been in town four hours,” he added despairingly to Gin, “and everybody has heard all about it!”
“No, they haven’t. I swear they haven’t, Blake,” Teddy said. “Don’t get all worked up. I just thought she’d be interested: she’s perfectly safe, honestly.”
“Go on, Blake,” said Gin. “I won’t tell. I never tell anything.”
Sulkily, he answered, “Well, it isn’t very much. We’re running away.”
She had a sudden pang of fear. “Running away? Where? When?”
“We’re not sure about anything: it’s all very nebulous,” Teddy explained. “That’s why we’re not telling. It will probably be after Fiesta, just before Blake has to go back to school. We’re aiming for Mexico, and of course Mrs. Lennard mustn’t have any idea of it. You will be careful, won’t you?”