"I wish it were all over, and I were on my way home." Dick had not reconnoitered thoroughly.

There was a light burning in a window at the other end of the house.
The pig-pen was a small, rough, unpainted building, with a yard opening from it.

Around the yard was a stone wall, which prevented the pigs from making their escape.

They were now, as Dick could with difficulty see, stretched out upon the floor of the pen, asleep.
Dick proceeded to remove a portion of the stones forming the wall.

It was not very easy or agreeable work, the stones being large and heavy.
At length he effected a gap which he thought would be large enough for the pigs to pass through.