sleep in that."

"Couldn't you sleep down in the stump with me?" asked Squinty. "It's
sort of lonesome, all by yourself in the dark."

"Yes, I'll sleep with you," said Mappo. "Now we'll make up a nice bed."

But, just as they were piling some more leaves in the hollow stump, they
heard many voices of men shouting in the woods.

"Here he is! Here is that runaway monkey! I see him! Come and catch
him!" cried the men.

"Oh, they're from the circus! They're after me!" cried Mappo. "I must
run and hide. Good-by, Squinty. I'll see you again sometime, maybe. You
had better run, also, or the circus men may catch you."

Squinty looked through the trees, and saw a number of men coming toward
him and the monkey. Then Mappo climbed up in a tall tree, and Squinty
ran away as fast as his little short legs would take him.

"Never mind the pig! Get the monkey!" Squinty heard one man cry, and
then the comical little pig dodged under a bush, and kept on running.

When Squinty stopped running it was quite dark. He could hardly see, and
he had run into several trees, and bumped his nose a number of times. It
hurt him very much.

"Well, I guess I'm lost again," thought Squinty. "And I am all alone.
Oh, what a lot of things has happened to me since I was in the pen with