I'm afraid I'll have to let go.

If I do I'm ruined." Jack kept silent for a moment.

Various ways of raising money to help his friend passed in review, none of which at the moment seemed feasible or possible.
"How much will make your account good ?" he asked after a pause.
"About ten thousand dollars." Jack leaned forward in his chair.

"Ten thousand dollars!" he exclaimed in a startled tone.

"Why, Garry--how in the name of common-sense did you get in as deep as that ?" "Because I was a damned fool!" Again there was silence, during which Garry fumbled for a match, opened his case and lighted a cigarette.