Lane sensed this.
"See here, Red," he said, "hasn't it occurred to you that Blair and I need you ?" "Need me?
What!" he exclaimed, with perceptible change of tone, though it was incredulous.
"Sure," interposed Blair.
"Red--listen," continued Lane, speaking low and with difficulty.
"Blair and I have been through the--the whole show together....

And we've been in the hospitals with you for months....

We've all got--sort of to rely on each other....

Let's stick it out to the end.
I guess--you know--we may not have a long time...." Lane's voice trailed off.

Then the stony face of the listener changed for a fleeting second.
"Boys, I'll go over with you," he said.
And then the maimed Blair, awkward with his crutch and bag, insisted on helping Lane get Red aboard the train.