"Birds of a feather," I told him, "flop together. I go where you go."
He shook his head.
"Oh, no, Jim. Thanks a lot, but--you got to stick. This ain't no time
f'r individjuls to fuss an' argue. We got a war to win, an' wherever a
man's needed he's got to stay."
"But how about you, Hank?"
"I'll find somethin' else to do. When we're through eatin' I got to
go back to the plant an' pick up whut belongs to me, then I'll mosey
along."