Pony POV
"Do y'all want somethin' to eat or not?"
Johnny and I leaped up. "You'd better believe it"
"Gee," Johnny said wistfully, "it sure will be good to get into a car again."
"Well," Dally drawled, "I'll give you a ride for your money."
We loaded in the car Dally had brought. It was not Buck's T-bird as expected. It looked like Dall had finally gotten himself a ride. It was an old truck, it looked similar to Darry's but it wasn't Darry's truck. He was too smart to let Dally borrow the truck.
"Wow Dall, looks like you finally got yourself a ride," Johnny told him in amazement.
"No, I didn't get me a ride I got us a ride."
"Whaddya mean Dally?" I asked, I didn't think Dally had ever gotten something for anyone other than himself. But now he was saying he got a car for 'us.'
"That's not the only thing I got," he held up three cards and handed one to me and one to Johnny. I looked down at the one he had handed me. It was a passport, a fake one I was sure because instead of my name being Ponyboy Curtis it was Mathew Winston. I looked over at Johnny's passport and it said Emmet Winston, Johnny was looking at the last name on his passport. His eyes started to get foggy.
"Dally? Why? What is this for?" I think I already knew but I needed it confirmed.
"We're leaving the country, heading for Canada. You two are going to pose as my brothers, once we get across the border we're gonna change our identity, I have already bought our farm," Dally said with finality.
"Wow, you have really thought this one out Dally. Just one question, you farming? Also what about the rest of the gang? Are we gonna tell them or are they gonna think we're long gone and killed?"
"The latter and yes I think I will make a great farmer."
"Yes I can see that, the great Dallas Winston, farming. Maby cussing out a few potatoes?" Johnny asked innocently.
Dally just rolled his eyes, "Come on kids just hop in the car." We did as he asked. By the time we were halfway to the Canadian border we had forgotten about eating. And I still hadn't realized I left Dally's jacket at the church.
Darry POV
Soda was panicking. I was panicking. No one would give us any information, especially Dally. I think he knows we're Pony and Johnny are but he keeps his mouth shut good. Last night Soda had gone to Dall's place at Buck's. He had found Pony's sweatshirt. He had quickly written a not to Pony and told Dally to give it to him the next time he sees him. This morning Dally had disappeared. He didn't even take a car with him. (I had already checked with Buck.) It was 4:00 in the afternoon, when the phone rang. I grabbed it and without thinking told whoever was at the other end of the phone, "Hello this is Darrel Curtis."
"Hello Darrel, this is the police station in Windrixville. We have called because there was a fire in an old abandoned church this afternoon. We found a jacket near the scene with the fingerprints of Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, and Dallas Winston. The building collapsed after the fire and we believe these individuals were killed in the fire. We have not found any bodies but assume the worst." I just sat there with my mouth wide open, Ponyboy dead? That wasn't right, it couldn't be right. "I'm sorry. I'll call again if there is any news." When Soda got home from hangin' with Steve I was still in my chair, a look of shock on my face.
"Darry, Darry what's wrong." I finally saw my younger brother in front of me. The wall I had built broke.
"Soda… the cops from Windrixville called… there was a fire and they think Dally, Johnny, and Pony were, were… they think they were caught inside… They told me to prepare for the worst." Tears were falling freely down my face. Steve, who was in the doorway, looked shocked. And Soda, poor poor Soda. He crumbled.
"NO! NO NOT PONY! PONYBOY NO!" He was screaming and I didn't have the courage to tell him it was okay. Luckily Steve was there.
"Soda, shh, calm down. There's still a chance they're still alive." He rubbed Soda's back and Soda finally calmed down. I heard the door open and slam, that could only mean one thing, Two-Bit.
"Hello, Curtis family," he waltzed into the room, when he saw the sadness on our faces he said, "Okay who died?" We all knew he was joking but Soda still burst into tears. "Um okaay, wate," realization seamed to hit him, "no, how's Dalace gonna react."
"They think Dall was with them. He's gone to," I told Two-Bit, refusing to look in his eyes.
"No."
Now there were four crying greasers in the Curtes' living room.