Then one of the vicious brutes rolled his eyes, frothed at the mouth, shuddered and leaped in his harness, vented a hoarse howl and fell back shaking and retching.
"My God! Rea!" cried Jones in horror.

"Come here! Look! That dog is dying of rabies! Hydrophobia! The white wolves have hydrophobia!" "If you ain't right!" exclaimed Rea.

"I seen a dog die of thet onct, an' he acted like this.

An' thet one ain't all.

Look, Buff! look at them green eyes! Didn't I say the white wolves was hell?
We'll have to kill every dog we've got." Jones shot the dog, and soon afterward three more that manifested signs of the disease.