“Well, tomorrow ain’t going to do――don’t you know! I’ve given you time enough on this, Winslow. You ain’t――you ain’t square with me. That’s what I don’t like. You’ve promised and promised. You begged me not to send the bill to your folks, and I didn’t. But times are hard and we need the money. What’s more we intend to have it.” Mr. Fallow moved ponderously toward the door. “I’m square with folks that are square with me, son; no one can’t say I don’t treat ’em fair; but I ain’t no one’s fool.” “No, indeed, sir; anyone could see that, Mr. Fallow.” Hugh was thinking hard. “I say, would――would six dollars be any use to you?” Mr. Fallow snorted. “It would not! Nor sixteen dollars! Nor――nor twenty-six dollars! I want thirty-four dollars and sixty cents. That’s what I want and that’s what I intend to have. If you can pay me that now, all right. If you can’t, say so. I can’t waste any more time here.” “Well, but, that’s a lot of money to get hold of on short notice,” said Hugh ingratiatingly. “Suppose now I scrape up, say, twenty dollars, eh? And then pay the rest this week.” Mr. Fallow hesitated and frowned deeply. “If you’ve got twenty why can’t you get hold of the rest?” he asked finally. “I haven’t got twenty, sir. I’ve got only six. But I fancy I may be able to scrape up the rest if you’ll give me a few minutes.” “Well――I――all right.” Mr. Fallow reseated himself. “But, mind you, I won’t take a cent less than twenty. And I ain’t going to stick around here all afternoon, either. You get a move on, son.” “I’ll be as quick as I know how, sir. You’ll find some magazines on that table there. Just――just make yourself comfortable, sir.” Mr. Fallow grunted. A minute later there was a sharp knock on Cathcart’s door and in response to his “Come in!” Hugh entered. “Hello, Hugh,” greeted the occupant of the window-seat. “Why aren’t you――――” “Don’t ask any questions, Wal! I want some money. All you can spare, please. I’ll pay you back before the end of the week.” “Money!” Cathcart blinked. “Why, the fact is――――” “I know! You’re going to tell me you’ve got only a couple of dollars. That’s all right, old chap. I’ll take it, and thank you.” “I’ve got about five, I guess, Hugh. What――what’s up?” “I’ll tell you later. I’m in a beast of a hurry. Dig it up, will you? Better keep out fifty cents or so, because I might not be able to hand it back before Friday or Saturday.” Cathcart’s countenance expressed bewilderment as he floundered to his feet and crossed to the dresser. But he obediently handed over the contents of a pigskin purse. “Ripping!” said Hugh approvingly. “How much? Five and a quarter? That’s eleven. I say, keep a note of the amount, will you? Shall I take it all?” Cathcart nodded. “I shan’t need any, I guess. Only,” he added plaintively, “I wish you’d tell me what it’s all about!” “Later,” replied Hugh, making for the door. “Thanks awfully, old chap! So long.”