"Frank's a pretty good fellow. It isn't going to hurt him any, is
it?"

"Oh, no, of course not."

"Because I wouldn't want to do that. He's always treated me
well."

"Of course he has. It's only a little joke, you know."

"Oh, well, if it's a joke, just count me in. Fire away, and let
me know what you want done."

"You know that Frank, or his father, keeps pigs?"

"Yes."

"I want you to go some night--the sooner the better--and let them
out, so that when morning comes the pigs will be minus, and
Master Frank will have a fine chase after them."

"Seems to me," said Dick, "that won't be much of a joke."

"Then I guess you never saw a pig-chase. Pigs are so contrary
that if you want them to go in one direction they are sure to go
in another. The way they gallop over the ground, with their
little tails wriggling behind them, is a caution."

"But it would be a great trouble to Frank to get them back."