"Anything wrong with the claim ?" he suggested.
Without looking at him the Right Bower rose, leaned against the open door with his hands behind him and his face towards the landscape, and said, apparently to the distant prospect: "The claim's played out, the partnership's played out, and the sooner we skedaddle out of this the better.

If," he added, turning to the Old Man, "if YOU want to stay, if you want to do Chinaman's work at Chinaman's wages, if you want to hang on to the charity of the traders at the Crossing, you can do it, and enjoy the prospects and the Noah's doves alone.

But we're calculatin' to step out of it." "But I haven't said I wanted to do it ALONE," protested the Old Man with a gesture of bewilderment.
"If these are your general ideas of the partnership," continued the Right Bower, clinging to the established hypothesis of the other partners for support, "it ain't ours, and the only way we can prove it is to stop the foolishness right here.

We calculated to dissolve the partnership and strike out for ourselves elsewhere.

You're no longer responsible for us, nor we for you.