"I should think it would," the Monkey stated. "And while you are about
it, why don't you tell us what kind of pig it is?"

"That doesn't make any difference either," said the Clown. "The riddle
is what makes more noise than a pig under a gate."

"Excuse me, but I should think it would make a great deal of
difference," went on the Monkey. "A big pig under a small gate would
make more noise than a little pig under a big gate. If we only knew the
size of the gate and what kind of pig it was, we might guess the
riddle."

"Hark! I hear a noise! Some one is coming!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier,
and all the toys became as quiet as mice.




CHAPTER II

THE JOLLY SAILOR


The noise which the toys had heard, and which had made them all stop
talking, causing them to become as quiet as mice--this noise seemed to
be coming nearer and nearer. It was a rolling, rumbling sort of noise.

"Can that be the watchman?" whispered the Calico Clown to the Bold Tin
Soldier.