Noble dived for it—that was the only way he could get hold of it, you know—the mouth of the bag opened and the pig slipped out. Then the uproar began. Noble, who is a plucky fellow and a splendid swimmer, didn't know that the pig was greased, and he tried for a long time to tow him ashore by one of his hind legs, but, of course, he couldn't do it. At last he began to suspect something, and the way he larruped that pig over the head with the bag to make him turn toward the shore, was a caution. He finally succeeded in his object, and the instant the pig's feet touched the beach, Noble sprung up, threw the bag over his head and secured him easy enough. Whatever you do, you mustn't miss the greasy pole walk."
"I suppose we shall be laughed at if we tumble off the pole into the water?"
"Certainly. That isn't down in the programme, but it is a part of it, all the same."
"How many trials does each contestant have?"
"Only two. You see, there are so many of us and so much fun in trying to secure the prize, that if we didn't set some limit to the
