answered Frank, who knew Bones was a great fellow for joking, and
wondered what he had in hand now.

"They had my dad guessing some, I tell you. He began to think it
was his duty to warn the town authorities so that they could take
proper precautions; for honest now, it did look like the whole
place was overrun with frisky canines, snapping at every one they
met!"

"What's that you say?" asked Frank, pricking up his ears at the
mention of dogs; for the memory of several recent experiences was
fresh in his mind.

"Why, you see, every one's getting bitten. It's the latest fad. My
dad had just three come to him early this morning to have wounds
cauterized to make sure!"

"Good gracious! you don't say?" ejaculated Frank, waiting for
further explanations, which he knew would not be long in coming.

"Yes, and the funny part of it is all of them were boys. The dogs
seem to have taken a great fancy for the breed. Guess you could
give a close hazard about who they were. Perhaps you know their
limp, for they showed it plain enough at the game," went on Bones,
with another series of chuckles.

"I saw Bill Klemm rubbing his calf and talking to Jay Tweedle;
yes, and when they walked off I thought each of them seemed to
have a stiff leg. How about that; were they to see the doctor?"
asked the captain of the football team, eagerly.