“‘Come,’ said the doctor, ‘mad or not, we’ll fix this young man up so he’ll be quite safe. I’m glad you brought him to me immediately.’
“I was on my feet in an instant, and ran to the office door, for I was very anxious to hear what would be done for the little boy.
“‘This must be cauterized, Nurse,’ said the doctor. ‘Get nitrate of silver ready.’
“He dipped a wooden stick into the poison and turned it around in the wound, the little boy screaming with the pain.
“‘Oh, Doctor,’ asked his mother, ‘must he be hurt so much?’
“‘Safety must first be considered,’ replied the doctor. ‘We are probably destroying the dreadful germs of hydrophobia. And, next, this little boy must be given Pasteur treatment with the wonderful serum used to prevent hydrophobia, for hydrophobia means the most terrible suffering anybody could imagine. Of course, no one is quite certain that the dog was mad; for many a time a dog which has been nearly crazed with thirst, or been the victim of bad boys’ pranks, has been thought mad.’
“‘But this doggy wasn’t mad,’ the boy cried out, forgetting his pain. ‘A bad boy was twisting his tail and the poor doggy thought I did it because I was near!’
“‘Are you certain, little fellow?’ asked the doctor.
“‘Yes, sir, and after he bit me, a big man beat him with his cane, and the poor doggy ran yelping down the street. Oh, how you made my arm ache, Doctor!’
“‘Poor boy!’ said the doctor, ‘I really had to hurt you.’