A swirl of snow greeted Darrin in the face, and another big swirl of the white fluff blew in on the floor.
"Go right on out in the snow," jeered Mr.Fits.Dave did so, but the other five chums kept their gaze steadily on the unwelcome intruder.
"By Jove, fellows," muttered Dave, as he stamped back into the cabin, "the storm has grown so that I don't believe any of us could get through it for a distance of three or four miles." "And you see," continued Mr.Fits, "I stay here to-night for one very good reason, if I didn't have any others.

It would be plain manslaughter to make me go out into the storm.

I'd simply die in it before going a mile." "The snow is already up over my knees," confirmed Dave Darrin dismally, "and I believe it would be twice as deep before I'd been gone an hour." "So you see it wouldn't be decent to put me out," jeered the big bully, "even if I were afraid of you younkers and your wild west outfit of toy guns and archery." Dave closed and barred the door with a grim tightening around the corner of his lips.
"Now I'll trouble you boys to stow your amateur theatrical outfit in a corner and get me a whopping big supper," continued the big fellow, with a grin, as he returned to his former seat.

"If you don't----" He paused impressively, then added: "If you don't I'll start something moving here that'll show you who's boss.

Or, if you feel too respectable to like my company, then you can all put on your overcoats and step outdoors.