See him banging the boys.

They don't pull fast enough for him." "And now what's to be done ?" she asked.

"You've treed your game, but you can't keep it treed." "No; but I can teach them a lesson." Sheldon walked over to the big bell.
"It is all right," he replied to her gesture of protest.

"My boys are practically all bushmen, while these chaps are salt-water men, and there's no love lost between them.

You watch the fun." He rang a general call, and by the time the two hundred labourers trooped into the compound Satan was once more penned in the living-room, complaining to high heaven at his abominable treatment.