“There’s no reason to assume that the dog was mad,” interrupted the captain.
“It was! Animals adore Leroy! Only a rabid dog would dream of biting him!”
“Was not a rabid dog,” Leroy insisted sullenly.
“Well, see here!” said Anderson. “If you think—if you’re worried—why not have his leg cauterized?”
“Oh, I can’t!” she cried. “My child burned with red-hot irons!”
Leroy began to bellow at this inhuman suggestion, and Mrs. Granger clasped him in her arms.
“Don’t cry, darling!” she sobbed.
“Mother won’t let them hurt you!” And she looked at Captain MacGregor and Mr. Anderson with unutterable reproach.
They were silent for a time.
“Well, see here!” Anderson suggested. “If you could find the dog, and—keep it under observation for a few days—”