Anderson put the dog outside, and then returned.
“But what’s the matter?” he asked.
“Leroy’s been bitten by a m-mad d-dog!” cried Mrs. Granger.
“Was not a mad dog!” Leroy asserted.
“See! Here on his leg!” she went on. “And he never told me! It happened late yesterday!”
“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![Pg 380]”
“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!”