“No, sir; we’ve got two pigs now.”
“Two pigs!”
“Yes, sir; leastways when we catch one of them.”
He then told him about the pig in the woods—how they tried to find him, and set a trap for him, and caught a raccoon.
“I know who the pig in the woods is,” said John; “it’s Joe Griffin; he can talk like anybody, or imitate any kind of critter. It’s him, I’ll wager my life, and he’s been making fools of the whole of you.”
“I never knew he could do such things.”
“But,” said the captain, “Ben and Sally do; and I should have thought they would have taken the hint before this time. Have they found out where the other pig came from?”
“No, sir; they think Uncle Isaac brought him on when he was going a-gunning.”
“I tell you what you do, Charlie; the next time you hear the pig squeal, you set the brush on fire (the fire won’t do any harm this time of year), and see what comes of it.”
“That I will, sir; I’ll warm his back for him.”