And, as Squinty dug down, he noticed that he could see under the bottom of the boards. He could look right out into the garden.
"That is very queer," thought the little pig boy. "I believe I can get out of the pen by crawling under a board, as well as by pushing one loose from the side. I'll try it." Squinty was learning things, you see.
So he dug the hole deeper and deeper, and soon it was large enough for him to slip under the bottom board.
"Now I can run away," he grunted softly to himself. He looked all around the pen. His father, mother, sisters and brothers were fast asleep in their cool holes of earth.
"I'm going!" said Squinty, and the next moment he had slipped under the side of the pen, through the hole he had dug, and once more he was out in the garden.
"Now for some adventures!" said Squinty, in a jolly whisper--a pig's whisper, you know.
CHAPTER III
SQUINTY IS LOST
This was the second time Squinty had run out of the pen and into the farmer's garden. The first time he had been caught and brought back by Don, the dog. This time Squinty did not intend to get caught, if he could help it.