From ZERUBBABEL CHIRK P.S.I wisht I could get him out for ye Miss Hildy.
If Bubble's letter was funny, Hilda had no heart to see the fun.

Her tears flowed fast as she realized the fate of her pretty little pet and playfellow.

The vindictive wretch, too cowardly to face her again, had taken his revenge upon the harmless little dog.

All day long poor Jock had been in that fearful place! He was still only a puppy, and she knew he could not possibly get out if he had really been thrown into the pit of the great wheel.

But--and she gave a cry of pain as the thought struck her--perhaps it was only his lifeless body that was lying there.
Perhaps the ruffian had killed him, and thrown him down there afterwards.