He laid the letter down and stared at it.

Two thousand dollars a share meant that he, owner of four hundred and eighty-seven shares, would have to pay in cash nine hundred and seventy-four thousand dollars.

He ordered his private car attached to the noon express, and at five o'clock he was in Scarborough's library.
"What is the meaning of this assessment ?" he demanded, as Scarborough entered.
"Mr.Ranger explained the situation to us," replied Scarborough.

"He showed us we had to choose between ruin and a complete reorganization with big improvements and extensions." "Lunacy, sheer lunacy!" cried Whitney.

"A meeting of the board must be called and the resolution rescinded." Scarborough simply looked at him, a smile in his eyes.
"I never heard of such an outrage! You ask me to pay an assessment of nearly a million dollars on stock that is worthless." "And," replied Scarborough, "at the end of the year we expect to levy another assessment of a thousand a share." Whitney had been tramping stormily up and down the room.