must have it or be crippled until, to vary the simile, he 
could, like the lobster, grow another claw. He hurried 
to visit George Waterman; David Wiggin, his wife's 
brother, who was now fairly well to do; Joseph Zimmer- 
man, the wealthy dry-goods dealer who had dealt with 
him in the past; Judge Kitchen, a private manipulator 
of considerable wealth; Frederick Van Nostrand, the 
State treasurer, who was interested in local street-railway 
stocks, and others. He was determined that he would 
not dispose of his street-railway holdings at any price. 
He would suspend first, though it was a disastrous thing 
to do, and the chances were that they would be sold out 
at a sacrifice. But before that he would go to Stener 
again, to see if he could not frighten him into coming to 
his rescue. He went by turns to all the people he had in 
mind, laying the situation in which he found himself 
rapidly before them. Of all those to whom he appealed 
one was actually not in a position to do anything for 
him; another was afraid; a third was calculating eagerly 
to drive a hard bargain; a fourth was too deliberate, 
anxious to have much time. All scented the true value 
of his situation, all wanted time to consider, and he had 
no time to consider. 
Judge Kitchen did agree to lend him thirty thousand
dollars—a paltry sum. Joseph Zimmerman would only
risk twenty-five thousand dollars, when he should have
loaned him two hundred thousand dollars. It was quite
the same in the other cases. He could see where, all told,
he might raise seventy-five thousand dollars by 
cating double the amount in shares; but this was 
lously insufficient. He had figured again, to a dollar,
and he must have at least two hundred and fifty thousand
dollars above all his present holdings, or he must close
his doors. To-morrow at two o'clock he would know.
If he didn't he would be written down as "failed " on
a score of ledgers in Philadelphia. What a pretty pass for
one to come to whose hopes had so recently run so high!