Success and Failure 



&quot; My God! Rea ! &quot; cried Jones in horror. &quot; Come 

 here ! Look ! That dog is dying of rabies ! Hydro 

 phobia ! The white wolves have hydrophobia ! &quot; 



&quot;If you ain t right!&quot; exclaimed Rea. &quot;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.&quot; 



Jones shot the dog, and soon afterward three more 

 that manifested signs of the disease. It was an 

 awful situation. To kill all the dogs meant simply 

 to sacrifice his life and Rea s; it meant abandoning 

 hope of ever reaching the cabin. Then to risk being 

 bitten by one of the poisoned, maddened brutes, to 

 risk the most horrible of agonizing deaths that was 

 even worse. 



&quot; Rea, we ve one chance,&quot; cried Jones, with pale 

 face. &quot; Can you hold the dogs, one by one, while I 

 muzzle them? &quot; 



&quot; Ho ! Ho ! &quot; replied the giant. Placing his bowie 

 knife between his teeth, with gloved hands he seized 

 and dragged one of the dogs to the campfire. The 

 animal whined and protested, but showed no ill 

 spirit. Jones muzzled his jaws tightly with strong 

 cords. Another and another were tied up, then one 

 which tried to snap at Jones was nearly crushed by 

 the giant s grip. The last, a surly brute, broke out 



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