We can at least try scattering it out a little; cut off, say, fifty thousand from me and the company and put it in the name of Lige--" "He's on to Lige, we've got a hat full of Lige's notes in there," interrupted the general.
"All right, then, drop Lige and put in the colonel--he'll do that for me, and I'll see if I can't get the colonel to get Brownwell to accommodate us.

He's burning a good bit of the colonel's stove wood these nights." Barclay smiled, and added, "And I'll just put Bob in for a few thousand." "But what'll we do about those taxes ?" asked the general, anxiously.
"You know they've got to be paid before the first of the year, and that's only six weeks off." Barclay rose and paced the rug, and replied: "Yes, that's so.

I was going to make another note for them.

But I suppose we oughtn't to do it even under cover; for if he found out you had exceeded our loan right now--you know those fellows get ugly sometimes." The young man screwed up his face and stood looking out of the window in silence for a long minute.

Then he limped over to his chair and sat down as one who has a plan.