By this time it was getting dark, and Squinty said:
"Oh dear, I wonder where we can sleep tonight?"
"Oh, do not let that worry you," said Mappo. "I am used to living in the woods. When I was little, before I was caught and put in the circus, I lived in the woods all the while. See, here is a nice hollow stump, filled with leaves, for you to sleep in, and I will climb a tree, and sleep in that."
"Couldn't you sleep down in the stump with me?" asked Squinty. "It's sort of lonesome, all by yourself in the dark."
"Yes, I'll sleep with you," said Mappo. "Now we'll make up a nice bed."
But, just as they were piling some more leaves in the hollow stump, they heard many voices of men shouting in the woods.
"Here he is! Here is that runaway monkey! I see him! Come and catch him!" cried the men.
"Oh, they're from the circus! They're after me!" cried Mappo. "I must run and hide. Good-by, Squinty. I'll see you again sometime, maybe. You had better run, also, or the circus men may catch you."
Squinty looked through the trees, and saw a number of men coming toward him and the monkey. Then Mappo climbed up in a tall tree, and Squinty ran away as fast as his little short legs would take him.
"Never mind the pig! Get the monkey!" Squinty heard one man cry, and then the comical little pig dodged under a bush, and kept on running.