Still, as they said nothing against it, I did the best I could by means of my unaided genius.
I contrived a pair of secret zinc leggings to wear under my trousers.
They hurt me, it is true, and impeded my movements; still, I felt pretty safe in them.

I also adopted the habit of wearing stout leather driving-gloves on every occasion, besides concealing an effective life- preserver about my person.

Nothing, in short, was wanted to complete my equipment but the mad dog; and he never turned up.
One day I saw by the paper that there was one at large in Hackney, and thither I repaired, in greaves and gauntlets, with my life-preserver in my bosom.

But though I met many dogs, they were all of them sane.

Not one of them foamed at the mouth or looked out of the corner of his eyes.
There was one collie certainly who appeared to me more excited than the rest, and who by his proceedings seemed to menace the safety of a small group of children who were taking their walks abroad with their nurse.
Not to be precipitate, I watched him for some time, to make quite sure I was right.