“Aha!” says the ogre, “and is that you?”
Oh, yes, it was nobody else; but had the ogre come across three fellows tramping about in the woods down yonder?
No, the ogre had met nobody in the woods that day.
“Dear, dear,” says the smallest little pig, “but that is a pity, for those three fellows were three wicked robbers, and they have just hidden a meal-bag full of money in that hole up in the tree yonder.”
You can guess how the ogre pricked up his ears at this, and how he stared till his eyes were as big as saucers.
“Just wait,” said he to the smallest little pig, “and I will be down again in a minute.” So he laid his jacket to one side and up the tree he climbed, for he wanted to find that bag of money, and he meant to have it.
“Do you find the hole?” says the smallest of the little pigs.
Yes; the ogre had found the hole.
“And do you find the money?” says the smallest of the little pigs.
No; the ogre could find no money.