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"They were only put in this morning!" she cried, stimulated to pursue

in spite of her lover's presence. "They were drove from Spaddleholt

Farm only yesterday, where Father bought 'em at a stiff price enough.

They are wanting to get home again, the stupid toads! Will you shut

the garden gate, dear, and help me to get 'em in. There are no men

folk at home, only Mother, and they'll be lost if we don't mind."

He set himself to assist, and dodged this way and that over the

potato rows and the cabbages. Every now and then they ran together,

when he caught her for a moment and kissed her. The first pig was

got back promptly; the second with some difficulty; the third a

long-legged creature, was more obstinate and agile. He plunged

through a hole in the garden hedge, and into the lane.

"He'll be lost if I don't follow 'n!" said she. "Come along with

me!"

She rushed in full pursuit out of the garden, Jude alongside her,

barely contriving to keep the fugitive in sight. Occasionally they

would shout to some boy to stop the animal, but he always wriggled

past and ran on as before.

"Let me take your hand, darling," said Jude. "You are getting out of

breath." She gave him her now hot hand with apparent willingness,

and they trotted along together.

"This comes of driving 'em home," she remarked. "They always know

the way back if you do that. They ought to have been carted over."

By this time the pig had reached an unfastened gate admitting to the

open down, across which he sped with all the agility his little legs

afforded. As soon as the pursuers had entered and ascended to the

top of the high ground it became apparent that they would have to run

all the way to the farmer's if they wished to get at him. From this

summit he could be seen as a minute speck, following an unerring line

towards his old home.

"It is no good!" cried Arabella. "He'll be there long before we get

there. It don't matter now we know he's not lost or stolen on the

way. They'll see it is ours, and send un back. Oh dear, how hot I

be!"

Without relinquishing her hold of Jude's hand she swerved aside and

flung herself down on the sod under a stunted thorn, precipitately

pulling Jude on to his knees at the same time.

"Oh, I ask pardon--I nearly threw you down, didn't I! But I am so

tired!"