There he rested for breath. For a few seconds his head drooped on his shoulders, and absolute quiet reigned below. His slender legs encircled the pole, and finally, with a painful effort, he lifted out the pin stuck in the bill, grasped the money in his fingers, and instantly slid to the ground. Laughs and cheers roared into the air. Flea had backed away from the pole, still holding the small dog; but, before she could get to Flukey, other boys were surrounding him, asking how he had done it.
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A sudden shouting came from hundreds of throats. One voice raised above the clamor: "Anyone catching the greased pig, Squeaky, can have him. He's a fine roaster! After him, Boys!"
Over a knoll, his tiny nose swaying in the air, and four short legs kicking the dust into clouds, skurried a small pig, coated from head to tail with lard. Deftly he slipped for his life through many youthful hands stretched out to grasp him, and time and again he wriggled from under a small boy crouched to stop his progress. He passed the danger-mark, and in the new stretch of ground, where the spectators were standing, discerned a chance to escape.
Flea saw him coming and could detect the terror in the flying little beast. Her heart leaped up in answer to the call from something in distress--something she loved, loved because it lived and suffered through terrible fear. She dropped Snatchet and caught the greased pig in her arms. She hugged him up to her breast and, turning flashing eyes upon the people staring at her, said: "Poor little baby piggy! He's scared almost to death."
"You've caught the greased pig!" somebody shouted. "You can have him--he's yours!"
"Ye mean mine to keep?" Flea demanded of the man who had cheered on the boys.
"Yes, to keep," was the reply, "and this five-dollar gold-piece because you caught him."
"I didn't try to catch him," she said simply. "He jest comed to me 'cause he were so afeard. His little heart's a beatin' like as if he's goin' to die. I'll keep him, and I thank ye for the money.... Golly! but ain't me and Flukey two rich kids? Where's Fluke?"
Just then somebody stepped up behind the girl and touched her on the arm. Flea turned her head and found herself gazing into the kindly eyes and earnest face of her prince.
Instantly she lost all thought of her brother and Snatchet. The voice she had dreamed of was speaking.