10. When hope slowly dies...
How this day ran at Johnny's friends: early in the morning they divided and searched again several places in Tulsa, but they also didn't have success this time.
Then they met again at the Curtis'.
"Ya didn't found him, too..." Two-Bit stated sad when Darry, Steve and Soda stepped in.
They shook their heads.
"What are we gonna now? Where could he only be?" asked Pony nearly in despair.
"Well, let's go to the fuzz. We hardly have another choice..." Darry answered and looked his friends and brothers one after the other.
"No, we can't do that! They're gonna throw Johnny in a boy's home right now and we'll never see him again..." yelled Pony and was close to tears again.
"Please, Pony, we couldn't do nothin' else." Soda tried to calm his kid brother down.
Pony simply still was too young to understand this. He just was 13.
"We... we can't do that... we can't do that to Johnny..." Pony sobbed into Soda's shoulder. "Please, don't go to the fuzz..." he begged.
Soda sighed and looked at Darry.
"Please, everythin', except this..."
"Pony, it's hard to us, too, but we..." Soda began.
"No!" Pony interrupted him. "We must search for him as long as we found him! We can't let him all alone out there!"
"The Kid's right." Dally agreed.
"Uh yeah, really? And have ya perhaps also any idea, where we still should search for him? We searched almost whole Tulsa..." Steve only meant.
"Nope. That's why we should search on..." Dally returned.
"And what the fuzz gonna do? They don't do anything else than to search for Johnny. And I don't think that they're so glad to search for a run away Greaser.
And if they found him they're gonna make Johnnycake feel that he only caused trouble to 'em and then they're gonna throw him into a boy's home anyway.
That's why I'm also for that to keep the fuzz from it and search on for him by ourselves."