Bill was the first to comprehend.

He saw the girl's face grow sober with an effort, and realised that she was checking her amusement because it was sure to offend.
"Aw," he grinned, "I don't blame her fer laughin'! Say what ye will, Maude, your name don't fit you." "It's as good as any name--" began the old hag, glaring at him; but Sam interposed with a command to her to get them some hot coffee while he had a talk with the girl.

"Set up!" he said roughly, addressing Rosalie.
"We ain't goin' to hurt you." Rosalie struggled to a sitting posture, her limbs and back stiff from the cold and inaction.

"Don't ask questions, because they won't be answered.

I jest want to give you some advice as to how you must act while you are our guest.