You can chip in yours to-morrow, it'll be all right." I got up and I felt awful funny.
"Anyway, there's no use being late,"' he sald, because I kind of just couldn't start.
"It isn't that I'm thinking about," I told him, "It's--" "I know," he said, "I thought about that, too, but we've got to hustle." So we started down the hill and neither of us said anything.

Of course, we were both thinking about Skinny, but neither one of us would say it.
"Pee-wee's to blame in a way," Westy said, after a while; it's the belt-axe the poor kid was thinking about." "No, he isn't to blame, either," I said; "he didn't mean anything--he didn't mean for Skinny to do anything like that." "He should have kept his mouth shut," Westy said.
"Anyway," I said, "I'm not going to make that speech; I just can't.

I'm not going to say anything to Skinny about it.

Maybe I'll tell Mr.
Ellsworth sometime--I don't know.

But anyway, I can't present him to the Elks that way, I can't.