“Blow the trailer!” said Bert. “Anyhow, I didn't leave a deposit on it. I didn't do that. Still—”
He turned round on his friend. “Look 'ere,” he said, “we aren't gettin' on here. We been losing money hand over fist. We got things tied up in fifty knots.”
“What can we do?” said Grubb.
“Clear out. Sell what we can for what it will fetch, and quit. See? It's no good 'anging on to a losing concern. No sort of good. Jest foolishness.”
“That's all right,” said Grubb—“that's all right; but it ain't your capital been sunk in it.”
“No need for us to sink after our capital,” said Bert, ignoring the point.
“I'm not going to be held responsible for that trailer, anyhow. That ain't my affair.”
“Nobody arst you to make it your affair. If you like to stick on here, well and good. I'm quitting. I'll see Bank Holiday through, and then I'm O-R-P-H. See?”
“Leavin' me?”
“Leavin' you. If you must be left.”