"Certainly, General. Go right ahead."
"Look here, Corasol. You can't do this. My men will freeze. We'll starve. I've been thinking it over, and I've decided that we can reach an understanding."
Corasol waited.
"I mean, we can get together on this thing. Compromise. Maybe I acted a little hasty." Sozier looked from Corasol to Retief. "You're from the CDT. You tell him. I'll guarantee his people full rights...."
Retief puffed at his cigar in silence. Sozier started again.
"Look, I'll give you a full voice in running things. A fifty-fifty split. Whatta you say?"
"I'm afraid the proposal doesn't interest me, General," Corasol said.
"Never mind the General stuff," Sozier said desperately. "Listen, you can run it. Just give me and my boys a little say-so."
"Sorry." Corasol shook his head. "Not interested, General."
"Okay, okay! You win! Just come on back and get things straightened out! I got a belly full of running things!"