|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
Ask the shareholders for more money? Pull down the works and build fresh, and buy some new machinery? And then most likely not make a do of it after all? Not for me, old chap! I've 'ad enough. You won't catch me chuckin' good money after bad in that way.'
`Nor me neither,' said Rushton.
`Dead orf!' remarked Didlum, very decidedly.
Sweater laughed quietly. `I'm not such a fool as to suggest anything of that sort,' he said. `You seem to forget that I am one of the largest shareholders myself. No. What I propose is that we Sell Out.'
`Sell out!' replied Grinder with a contemptuous laugh in which the others joined. `Who's going to buy the shares of a concern that's practically bankrupt and never paid a dividend?'