the dead monkey! In the grasp of his rigid paw was the missing dipper.

"I see the shield!" sang out Wort. Yes, there was the mark identifying the
stolen property. Poor little child of the tropics, swinging in his leafy,
native haunts from bough to bough, gripping the branches with paw and
tail, he little anticipated that his last swing would be by the neck, like
that of a murderer from the black, unsightly gallows! He had strayed away,
carrying with him the cord binding him to his master's wrist. In his
peregrinations over various roofs, he had examined the cupola, and
reaching a paw through an opening where a slat chanced to have been
removed, he had abstracted the property of the club. Whatever money was in
the dipper had been spilled hopelessly as marbles in the sea. Attempting
to come down by a spout from the last barn-roof visited, he was entangled
in the cord that had caught about a nail in the roof. Finally, the cord
was twisted about his neck and twisted the life out of him. The thief was
holding out the dipper as if asking for more, and showing that the ruling
passion was strong in death. There were many sighs from the
tender-hearted, sympathetic boys. All were ready to pity and forgive, but
pity and forgiveness could not bring the little creature back to life.

"Let's bury him!" said a tearful voice. It was Tony, who said little
generally, but he was now moved to speak in his secret sympathy for this
wandering child of the sun. The organ-grinder was notified, and then a
grave was dug for his dead property under the leafiest apple-tree. Charlie
furnished a box, and Wort brought fresh straw from his stable. The box
with its occupant was laid in the grave, and the pitiful face of the
monkey was then covered up forever.