is no Banshee whatever," Eileen declared. "They only cry at night."

They heard the squealing sound again.

"'Tis right over there," cried Eileen, pointing to a black hole in the
bog where turf had been cut out. "Indeed, and it might be a beautiful
baby like Deirdre herself! Let's go and see."

They crept up to the bog-hole, and peeped over the edge. The hole was
quite deep and down in the bottom of it was a little pig! Dennis rolled
over on the ground beside the bog-hole and screamed with laughter.

"Sure, 'tis the beautiful child entirely!" he said.

"'Tis the little pig the Tinkers had!" cried Eileen.

"It broke the rope and ran away with itself," shouted Larry.

"However will we get it out?" said Eileen. "The hole is too deep
entirely!"

"The poor little thing is nearly destroyed with hunger," Larry said.
"I'll go down in the hole and lift her out."

"However will you get out yourself, then, Larry darling?" cried Eileen.

"The two of you can give me your hands," said Larry, "and I'll be up in
no time."

Then Larry jumped down into the hole. He caught the little pig in his
arms. The little pig squealed harder than ever and tried to get away,
but Larry held it up as high as he could.

Eileen and Dennis reached down and each got hold of one of the pig's
front feet. "Now then for you!" cried Larry.

He gave the pig a great shove. He shoved so hard that Eileen and Dennis
both fell over backwards into a puddle! But they held tight to the pig,
and there the three of them were together, rolling in the bog with the
pig on top of them!

"Hold her, hold her!" shrieked Larry. By standing on tiptoe his nose
was just above the edge of the bog-hole, so he could see them.

"I've got her," Eileen cried. "Run back for the bit of rope the Tinkers
left, Dennis, and tie her, hard and fast!"

Dennis ran for the rope while Eileen sat on the ground and held the
little pig in her arms. The little pig squealed and kicked and tried
every minute to get away. She kicked even after her hind legs were tied
together. But Eileen held on!

"You'll have to get Larry out alone, Dennis, while I never let go of
this pig," cried Eileen, breathlessly. "She's that wild, she'll be
running away with herself on her two front legs, alone."

Dennis reached down, and took both of Larry's hands and pulled and
pulled until he got him out.

Larry was covered with mud from the bog-hole, and Eileen and Dennis were
wet and muddy