Jokes were made by the winners of bets at the absent dog's expense,
but his master was anxious and annoyed. The various bets were paid
by the losers, and poor Turk's reputation had suffered severely....
It was long past midnight: the guests were departed, the storm
was raging, and violent gusts occasionally shook the house....
Mr. Prideaux was alone in his study, and he poked the fire until it
blazed and roared up the chimney....

"What can have become of that dog?" exclaimed his master to himself,
now really anxious; "I hope they kept him; ... most likely they
would not send him back upon such a dreadful night."

Mr. Prideaux's study was close to the front door, and his acute
attention was suddenly directed to a violent shaking and
scratching, accompanied by a prolonged whine. In an instant he ran
into the hall, and unlocked the entrance door.... A mass of
filth and mud entered.... This was Turk!

The dog seemed dreadfully fatigued, and was shivering with wet and
cold. His usually clean coat was thick with mire, as though he had
been dragged through deep mud. He wagged his tail when he heard his
master's voice, but appeared dejected and ill.

Mr. Prideaux had rung the bell, and the servants, who were equally
interested as their master in Turk's failure to perform his
mission, had attended the summons. The dog was taken downstairs,
and immediately placed in a large tub of hot water, in which he was
accustomed to be bathed. It was now discovered that in addition to
mud and dirt, which almost concealed his coat, he was besmeared
with blood!