It turned first to the right and then to the left, and emerged on a lawn.
'Now, all together!' cried Oswald, mustering his failing voice to give the word of command.

'Surround him!--cut off his retreat!' We almost surrounded him.

He edged off towards the house.
'Now we've got him!' cried the crafty Oswald, as the pig got on to a bed of yellow pansies close against the red house wall.
All would even then have been well, but Denny, at the last, shrank from meeting the pig face to face in a manly way.

He let the pig pass him, and the next moment, with a squeak that said 'There now!' as plain as words, the pig bolted into a French window.

The pursuers halted not.
This was no time for trivial ceremony.