You won't last long out there, I warrant you! It's a fearful night." "Wait!" begged Hen Dutcher.

"I'll wait on you, sir." "No, you won't, Hen," spoke Dick sharply, firmly.

"This man doesn't stay here.

He's going to leave mighty soon, or he'll wish he had.

If you do anything that we can't stand for, Hen, we'll put you outdoors with Mr.
Fits." "You wait on me, boy," ordered Fits gruffly.
"Yes, sir, I----" "-- --won't," Dave finished for him snappily.