“Suppose we write the Eastern Steamship Company to ascertain who the owner is, or just why this pig was shipped on the Katahdin,” suggested Uncle Tom.
“Of course, the address was on the crate but was soaked off that day on Scilly Ledge,” said Paul, regretfully.
“I think Uncle Tom’s plan the best—will you write at once, please?” said Billy.
“This very day!” vowed Uncle Tom.
“Oh, do let us hear from you, will you, Mr. Charlton? and tell us what you find out about Katahdin?” cried Zan, eagerly, as they walked towards the waiting automobiles.
“Indeed, I will! The Sunset Islanders saved piggy’s life from a watery grave, but the Grey Foxes saved him from the butcher’s blade!” exclaimed Uncle Tom.
Then, amid shrill whistles, waving of caps and hats, and other forms of farewell, the two cars started away carrying a pleased party of visitors out of sight.
A week passed without a reply to Uncle Tom’s letter and every one began worrying lest they would have to go back home without having found Katahdin’s rightful owner.
Then came a bulky letter from the company. It contained letters written to a man in the Rockland hospital and his replies. They all pertained to the pig. After reading them, Uncle Tom smiled and started for Sunset Island with the information.
“Well, Islanders! What to do about that pig?” asked he.