em. Mr. and Mrs.
Pig ate a little, and then the farmer, after stopping up the hole where
Squinty got out, so no more of the pigs could run away, started off over
the fields, calling to his dog.

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don. That meant, in dog language,
"I'll find Squinty and bring him back."

Meanwhile Squinty had tried his best to find a way out of the cornfield.
But all he did was to walk up one row, and down another. If he had been
tall enough to stand up and look over the tops of the corn stalks, he
might have seen which way to go, but he was not yet large enough for
that.

Pretty soon Squinty looked up, and he saw that the sun was not as bright
as it had been. Squinty knew what this meant. The sun was going down,
and it would soon be night.

"Oh dear! I wonder if I shall have to stay out all alone in the dark
night," thought poor Squinty. "Oh, I'll never run away again; never!"

Just then he heard, off through the rows of corn, a dog barking.

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" went the dog.

"Oh, what shall I do? Where shall I hide?" thought Squinty. "A bad dog
is after me."

He ran this way and that, stumbling and falling down. The barking of the
dog sounded nearer. Then Squinty heard a man's voice saying:

"Get after him, Don! Find him! Find that pig!"

"Bow wow!" was the barking answer.

"Ha!" thought Squinty. "Don! That's the name of the good dog on our
farm! I wonder if he is coming after me?"

Just then the farmer, who had been following the tracks left in the soft
ground by Squinty's feet, came to the cornfield. The farmer saw where
the pig had been walking between the green rows of corn.

"He's here, somewhere, Don," the farmer said. "Find him!"

"Bow wow!" barked Don. "I will!"

Just then Squinty stumbled over a big stone, and he could not help
grunting. He also gave a little squeal.

"Here he is, Don!" called the farmer. "Take him by the ear, and lead him
back to the pen. Easy, now!"

Squinty stood still. He did not want to run away from Don. Squinty was
only too anxious to be found, and taken home.

The next minute, through the rows of corn, came bounding Don, the dog.
He was followed by the farmer.

"Ah, there he is! The little runaway!" cried the farmer man as he saw
the pig. "After him, Don! But don't hurt him!"

Don raced up beside Squinty, and took him gently by the ear.

"Bow wow!" barked the dog, and that meant: "Come along with me, if you
please. You have been aw