"It's the old spotted sow, and she's got a lot of pigs with her—great big shoats, nearly grown!"
Frank sprang up and ran through the bushes.
"At least six of 'em!"
"Let's follow 'em!"
"All right."
The boys, stooping their heads, struck out through the bushes in the direction from which the yet retreating animals could still be heard.
"All right."
On they kept as hard as they could. What great news it was! What royal game!
"It's like hunting wild boars, isn't it?" shouted Willy, joyfully.