And over in the corner was an old cot without any sheets or anything and, oh, gee, it looked bad because I've got a dandy bed up in my den--all brass and filigree work--you know.
But, crinkums, I didn't notice the cot much because there was a fellow on it and as soon as I looked at him I knew who it was, even though he looked worse than he most always did.

It was Skinny McCord.
"You waked him up by knocking," Westy said "It isn't the first knocking I did to--day," I said "but I guess I can see how it is now--I guess I can." "It's only a good turn," he said; "he did you a good turn, and so I had to do one for him, that's all.

It's for the scouts too, and I don't care what they say." Then I happened to notice a catching mitt and a baseball over on a table near Skinny, where there was some medicine too.

And then, all of a sudden, everything seemed to glisten like, especially when I blinked my eyes.

Gee, I know how easy it is for girls to cry, but a fellow--anyway--when I saw Westy sit down on the edge of that cot and not pay any attention to me, only to Skinny, I couldn't speak at all.
I only just happened to think to do something and I'm glad I thought about it.