"Bow wow!" was the barking answer.
"Ha!" thought Squinty. "Don! That's the name of the good dog on our farm! I wonder if he is coming after me?"
Just then the farmer, who had been following the tracks left in the soft ground by Squinty's feet, came to the cornfield. The farmer saw where the pig had been walking between the green rows of corn.
"He's here, somewhere, Don," the farmer said. "Find him!"
"Bow wow!" barked Don. "I will!"
Just then Squinty stumbled over a big stone, and he could not help grunting. He also gave a little squeal.
"Here he is, Don!" called the farmer. "Take him by the ear, and lead him back to the pen. Easy, now!"
Squinty stood still. He did not want to run away from Don. Squinty was only too anxious to be found, and taken home.
The next minute, through the rows of corn, came bounding Don, the dog. He was followed by the farmer.
"Ah, there he is! The little runaway!" cried the farmer man as he saw the pig. "After him, Don! But don't hurt him!"