"Don't shoot!" he commanded.

"Mukoki, don't be a fool! That's a man back there, a man who has suffered and starved, starved, mind you!--until he's mad, stark mad! It would be worse than murder to kill him!" He stopped, and Mukoki drew back a step, breathing deeply.
"Heem--starve--no eat--gone bad dog ?" he questioned softly.

In an instant Wabi was at his side.
"That's it, Muky--he's gone bad dog, just like that husky of ours who went bad because he swallowed a fish bone.

White men sometimes go bad dog when they are thirsty and starving!" "Our Great Spirit tells us that we must never harm them," added Rod.
"We put them in big houses, larger than all of the houses at the Post together, and feed them and clothe them and care for them all their lives.

Are you afraid of a bad dog, Muky, or of a man who has gone bad dog ?" "Bad dog bite deep--mebby so we kill heem!" "But we don't kill them until we have to," persisted the quick-witted Wabigoon, who saw the way in which Rod's efforts were being directed.
"Didn't we save our husky by taking the fish bone out of his throat?
We must save this bad dog, because he is a white man, like Rod.