It seemed to come from a dense thicket, and, as no Northern skirmishers could be near, their curiosity caused them to rush forward.

When they entered the thicket they heard Langdon's voice raised in a shout of triumph.
"I got him! I got him!" he cried.

Then they heard a heavy sliding sound, as of something being dragged, and the young South Carolinian appeared, pulling after him by its hind legs a fine hog which he had shot through the head.
"It was fair game," he cried, as he saw his friends.

"Piggy here was masterless, roaming around the woods feeding on nuts until he was fat and juicy! My, how good he will taste! At first I thought he was a bear, but bear or hog he was bound to fall to my pistol!" Langdon had indeed found a prize, and he had robbed no farmer to obtain it.

Harry and Dalton stood by for a half minute and gloated with him.
Then they helped him drag the hog into the cove, where the colonels sat.
A half dozen experts quickly dressed the animal, and the Invincibles had a feast such as they had not tasted in a long time.
"Didn't I tell you," said Happy as he gazed contentedly into the coals over which the hog had been roasted in sections, "that those who look hard generally discover, that is, 'seek and ye shall find.' It's the optimists who arrive.