"I'm sure of that, mum," said the seller. "And very pretty eating you'll find him when his time comes."
Then he got his money, and drank a jug of ale, and went away, rejoicing greatly, and on his way home he met Mitchell, who had been to the market-town in the light cart, and who pulled up by the road-side at sight of him.
The red-haired man winked knowingly at the gardener.
"Well?" said Mitchell.
"All right," answered the other. He winked again.
Mitchell began to look uneasy.
"Where's the pig?" he asked.
"Where I found it," answered the red-haired man. "In the sty."
"Why didn't you bring it away?" asked Mitchell. "You said you would."
The red-haired man again winked and smiled widely.