All were treed except Telepasse, who was too old and fat, and he lay prone and without movement where he had fallen; while Satan, with too great a heart to worry an enemy that did not move, dashed frantically from tree to tree, barking and springing at those who clung on lowest down.
"I fancy you need a lesson or two in inserting fuses," Sheldon remarked dryly.
Joan's eyes were scornful.
"There was no detonator on it," she said.

"Besides, the detonator is not yet manufactured that will explode that charge.

It's only a bottle of chlorodyne." She put her fingers into her mouth, and Sheldon winced as he saw her blow, like a boy, a sharp, imperious whistle--the call she always used for her sailors, and that always made him wince.
"They're gone up the Balesuna, shooting fish," he explained.

"But there comes Oleson with his boat's-crew.

He's an old war-horse when he gets started.