"Messerschmidt, I see eight men here with weapons."
"As far as anything we can accomplish goes, we might as well use them to toast sandwiches."
"We can scour that mountainside. Down to bare rock."
Messerschmidt blanched. "You're joking."
"I am not!"
"There are people of ours up there."
"There are people of ours all through this area. When the Northwesters are finished up there, they'll fan out and burn them all down, a little bit at a time."
Messerschmidt looked at Kimmensen incredulously. "I can't do it. There's a chance some of our people up there'll be able to slip out."
"By that time, the Northwesters'll be down here and dispersed."
Messerschmidt started to answer, and stopped.