.."
He beckoned to the head accountant, who came hurriedly, a quill pen
bobbing behind his ear, his tall figure bent from stooping over ledgers.
"How much will we require to withstand a day's run?" Sherman flung the
question at him like a thunderbolt. And almost as though the impact of
some verbal missile had deprived him of speech, the man stopped,
stammering.
"I--I--I think, s-s-sir," he gulped and recovered himself with an
effort, "f-forty thousand will do it."
Swiftly Sherman turned toward the door. "Where are you going?" the
assistant called.
"To get forty thousand dollars--if I have to turn highwayman," Sherman
flung over his shoulder.
CHAPTER XXXVII
"GIVE US OUR SAVINGS!"
As he left the bank Sherman cast over in his mind with desperate
swiftness the list of men to whom he could go for financial support.
Turner, Lucas & Co. had loaned Captain Folsom $25,000 on his two late
ventures, the Metropolitan Theatre and the Tehama House. Both, under
normal conditions, would have made their promoter rich. But nothing was
at par these days.
Sherman wondered uneasily whether Folsom could help. He was not a man to
save money, and the banker, who made it his business to know what
borrowers of the bank's money did, knew that Folsom liked gambling,
frequented places where the stakes ran high.
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