Off in the rows of corn he heard a dog barking. Somehow he knew that
dog's bark.

"If that could be Don!" thought Squinty, hopefully.

The barking sounded nearer. Squinty turned around, standing on the edge
of the little brook, and waited, his heart beating faster and faster.

All at once there came running through the potato field a black and
white dog. Squinty knew him at once.

It was Don!

"Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don. "Well, if there isn't that comical
little pig, Squinty! Where in the world did you come from? You've been
running away, I'll be bound! Now I'm going to take you back to the pen!"

"Oh, Don! I am so glad to see you!" squealed Squinty. "I--I did run
away, but I never will any more. I am lost. Oh, Don, don't take me by
the ear. I'll go with you."

"All right," barked Don, kindly. "Come along. Your pen isn't far off,"
and he ran along beside the little pig, who, after many adventures had
wandered back home. Squinty and Don came to the edge of the potato
field.

"Well, I never!" exclaimed the farmer man, who was there hoeing the
potatoes. "If there isn't that comical little pig I sold to that boy
Bob. I wonder where he came from?"