"I'd rather go out into that white death than stay here with such creatures as you are."
"Doan't be a fool, lass. Us'n won't hurt 'ee any," the second man reassured roughly.
"You'll stay here where it's warm. But you'll remember that we're boss in this shack. You'n came without being asked. I'm domned if you'll ride your high horse over me."
"Go on, Dave. Tak' your kiss, man."
Then the miracle happened. The door opened, and out of the swirling wind-tossed snow came a Man.