There's a stove there, some firewood and two barrels of coal.
Now, you're going there----" "I won't." "Yes, you are," Prescott asserted.

"Unless you want us to beat you up and simply throw you outside into a snowdrift." "But I'm hungry," protested Mr.Fits.

"Also, it's mighty cold lying here." "Stay right where you are," Dick went on sternly.

"Hen, get this fellow's overcoat and throw it on the floor near the door." Dutcher obeyed, though he seemed to feel decidedly nervous about it.
"Now, Hen," continued the young leader, "go to the food supplies and pick out two tins of corn beef.

Got 'em?
Also a loaf of bread.