Then he might be angry at
us, and would give us no more sour milk. So we will go back to our pen."
"Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, running here and there. "I will show you
the way back to your pen," he said, kindly.
And he capered about, here and there, driving the pigs back to the place
where Squinty had run from, and where all the others had come from, to
see what had happened to him.
The farmer, who was hoeing corn, heard the barking of his dog. He
dropped the hoe and ran.
"Something must have happened!" he cried. "Maybe the big bull has gotten
loose from his field, and is chasing someone with a red dress."
Into the garden he ran, and then he saw Don driving Squinty, and his
brothers and sisters, and mother and father, back to the pen.
"Ha! So the pigs got loose!" the farmer cried. "Good dog! Chase 'em
back!"
"Bow wow!" barked Don. "I will!"
But the pigs did not need much driving, for they were very good, and did
not want to cause Don, or the farmer, any trouble if they could help it.
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