His dull apathy gave place to sullen anger.

He bit growlingly at the spaniel, throwing himself to one side in pursuit of the elusive foe.

And he snapped with equal rage at an Irish terrier that had come out to add to the turmoil.
By this time, a score of people were dancing up and down inside their door-yard fences, squalling "Mad dog!" and flinging at the black brute any missile they could lay hand to.
A broken flower-pot cut the invalid's nose.

A stone rebounded from his ribs.

The raucous human yells completed the work the first dog had started.