hen there was no
window, and but one door, and it bolted on the outside. He called
several times, but there was no answer, and he was more than glad when
he saw Fritz running through the gateway of the barnyard. Emboldened by
the sight of the Grecian warrior, he pushed back the bolt, the door flew
open, and out rushed a hog, squealing with delight at regaining his
liberty. Without delay it made for the open gateway, ran between the
feet of the advancing Fritz, upset him, causing him to measure his
length with that of the hog's back, then after a few turns about the
yard, upset the pursuing Achilles-Franz and ran to the top of a heap of
sodden straw, where it shook off Odysseus-Fritz, then ran nimbly down
and out the gateway to the road. To fill to overflowing the measure of
their ill-luck, some of the Trojans who had safely passed the gate
sometime before, heard the squealing, and ran back in time to see
Odysseus shaken off upon the straw-heap, and Achilles in the act of
grasping the pig by its tail. They broke into jeering laughter, shrill
whistles, and witty speeches which stung the Grecian heroes into
helpless fury.

But they could not take time to retaliate; the escaped fugitive was
going down the road at a commendable pace had he been going to school,
and Achilles was again Franz, his father's son, and the pig must be
brought back and with no help but that of Fritz, for he scorned to ask
the grinning Trojans to join in the chase, nor would it have been of any
use to ask, for they preferred to remain at the gate and watch the race,
which they enjoyed to the limit. The pig had a good start and was a
brisk runner, but after many twistings and turnings, sprints and
boltings, it allowed itself to be driven into a fence corner just at the
moment that Paul appeared upon the scene.

A short discussion followed this happy meeting, which resulted in Franz
grasping one ear of the recreant pig and Fritz the other, while Paul
took charge of the tail, to pull or push as the necessities of the case
demanded. The pig was finally made to back out and face about, and their
homeward journey was commenced.

It was well for them that the waiting Trojans had caught a glimpse of a
teacher coming through the gate of the school yard, or they would have
had trouble getting their captive through the gateway into the barnyard.
As it was, the coast was clear, and the pig, in spite of his squealings
and gruntings, was back in his cell, the d