Go yourself, Mr.Tom Reade." "It's too hard a storm for any one fellow to bring in the wood alone," interjected Dick.

"I'll go, and so will Greg.

Hen, you'll come with us." "No, I won't." "Yes, you will," Dick informed him.

"We've got to leave some of the fellows here, to guard the doorway against Mr.Fits.We three will go and attend to it all, and the rest of the fellows will stay right by the door and see that Mr.Fits, who has been kind enough to go, stays gone.
Get on your coat, Greg, and you, too, Hen." "I'll stay and help guard," proposed Dutcher.
"A bully guard you'd make," jeered Tom.

"Into your coat--or else you'll go without one." Tom took hold of Hen by the collar, propelling him rapidly across the cabin floor.