Don raced up beside Squinty, and took him gently by the ear.
"Bow wow!" barked the dog, and that meant: "Come along with me, if you please. You have been away from your pen quite long enough."
Squinty gave a loud squeal when Don took him by the ear, but when the little pig found that the dog did not mean to hurt him, he grew quiet, and went along willingly enough.
"I must make that pig pen a great deal tighter, if they are going to get out and run away every day," said the farmer to himself, as he walked along behind Don and Squinty.
Soon they were at the pig pen, and Oh! how glad Squinty was to see it again. The farmer picked the little pink fellow, now all tired out and covered with dirt, up in his arms and dropped him down inside the pen with the other pigs.
"There!" cried the farmer. "I guess you'll stay in after this."
"Bow wow!" barked Don, jumping about, for he thought it was fun to chase runaway pigs.
And so Squinty got safely back home. But very soon he was to have some more adventures.
CHAPTER V