I bet he was yelpin' as he went down their throats, damn 'em!" "He always was a fool dog," said Bill.
"But no fool dog ought to be fool enough to go off an' commit suicide that way." He looked over the remainder of the team with a speculative eye that summed up instantly the salient traits of each animal.

"I bet none of the others would do it." "Couldn't drive 'em away from the fire with a club," Bill agreed.

"I always did think there was somethin' wrong with Fatty anyway." And this was the epitaph of a dead dog on the Northland trail--less scant than the epitaph of many another dog, of many a man..