Can't be too careful, you know.

'Specially--" "What in blue blazes are you blithering about ?" roared the Master, finding his voice and marshaling his startled wits.

"Do you mean--" "I mean," said Wefers, rebuking with a cold glare the Master's disrespectful manner, "I mean I'm here to shoot that big collie of yours.

He was bit by a mad dog, yesterday.

So was three other dogs over in the village.