"Don't give me any impudence, younker!" growled Fits.
"Then don't talk to us," Dick advised.
"I can see that I've got to trim a couple of you," muttered the intruder sourly. "And then, too, I reckon my supper will be coming along faster."
"You'll get no supper here," Dick warned him.
"I won't, hey? Why not, I wonder?" leered the fellow.
"Because we have no poison to mix with the food," Dave retorted.
"I'll have that grub, and some good coffee, set on mighty quick!" growled the visitor. "If that doesn't happen, then I'll run you all out into the snow. 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.