"Now, Mr.
Fits, I hope you realize that we're a few too many for you.

As we suggested some time ago, we're going to order you out of here--and at once.

And we're not going to take any fooling, either." "But I can't go out," protested the big fellow.

"Why, I'd be found frozen to death in the blizzard." "You won't have to go far," Dick informed him.

"You of course know, as well as we do, that there's a little cook shack at the rear of this cabin.