"I'll shoot you like I would a rat if you do.

Just stand there and hand me them branches, and shake the snow off'n 'em first, too." Running was the last thing that Jamie contemplated doing, even though there had been no danger of the man executing his threat.

He was so tired he could scarcely stand upon his feet, and he had eaten nothing since the hurried meal at midday.
At length the bed was laid, and the men sat down within the shelter of the lean-to, and Bill ordered: "Git down here, you kid, and set still too.

Don't you try to leave here.

You know what's comin' to you if you do." As Jamie meekly and thankfully complied, Bill ran his arm into the bag that had been cached in the tree, and which had been the cause of all of Jamie's trouble, and drawing forth a bottle removed the cork and took a long pull from its contents.