"You can't come in har! You find anoder house t'ree mile furder."

The traveller, however, paid no heed to these words, but pushed forward,
shifting the bundle to his shoulder and holding it so that it was thrust
into the Swede's face. Involuntarily the watchman drew back, whereupon the
unwelcome visitor crowded past, jostling his inhospitable host roughly,
laughing the while, although in his laughter there rang a dangerous
metallic note. Emerson's quick action gained him entrance and Fraser
followed behind into the living-room, where a flat-nosed squaw withdrew
before them. The young man flung down his burden, and addressed her
peremptorily.

"Punch up that fire, and get us something to eat, quick!" Turning to the
owner of the house, who lumbered in after them, he disregarded the
fellow's scowl, and said:

"Why, you've got lots of room, old man! We'll pay our way. Now get some
more firewood, will you? I'm chilled to the bone. That's a good fellow."
His forceful heartiness forbade dispute, and the man obeyed, sourly.

The two new-comers stripped off their outer clothing, and in a trice the
small room became littered and hung with steaming garments. They took
possession of the house, and ordered the Swede and his squaw about with
firm good nature, until the couple slunk into an inner room and began to
talk in low tones.

Fraser had been watching the fellow, and now remarked to his companion:

"Say, what ails that ginney?"