'We'll turn in as soon as the sun's gone,' said Dick, 'and be up early in the morning, and make a long day of it.' Chippy nodded, and the boys watched the great orb sinking steadily towards a long bank of purple woodland, which closed in the horizon. 'Wot's the home stretch run out at?' asked the Haven. 'The march in from here?' said Dick. 'Where's the map? We'll soon foot it up.' The map was spread out, and careful measurements taken. 'Rather more than twenty-one miles,' said Dick. Chippy whistled softly. 'We'd do it aw' right if nuthin' had happened to yer foot,' he murmured. 'We'll do it all right as it is,' cried the Wolf. 'Do you think I'm going to let that spoil our grand march? Not likely. I'll step it out to-morrow, and heel-and-toe it into Bardon every inch, Chippy, my boy.' 'It's a tidy stump on a cut foot,' said the Raven soberly. 'Hallo! what's that?' said Dick, and they looked round. A furious squealing broke out among the trees behind them, and then a rabbit tumbled out of a bush, made a short scuttling run, and rolled over in a heap. Close at its heels came the bloodthirsty little weasel in full pursuit, sprang on its prey once more, and fixed its teeth in the back of the rabbit's head, when the squealing broke forth anew. Up leapt the Raven and took a hand in the affair at once. He caught up a stick of firewood, but the weasel ran away and left the rabbit kicking on the ground. Chippy picked up the bunny and came back to the fire. 'A good fat un, he cried, 'about three-parts grown. Good old weasel!' 'Very kind of him to go foraging for us,' laughed Dick. 'Ain't it?'--and the Raven showed the rabbit. It was not yet dead, and Chippy at once put it out of its pain by a sharp tap on the back of its neck with the edge of his hand. This killed it instantly. 'That's a good breakfast for us,' said Dick. 'We've got one or two sandwiches left as well.' 'Righto,' said Chippy, and turned to and skinned the rabbit, and cleaned it, ready for broiling in the morning. Then they turned in, and were soon off to sleep. Three hours later the Raven was wakened by something moving and sniffing about his bed. He sat up, and a creature, looking in the faint light something like a dog, ran away into the coppice. Next Dick awoke, aroused by his chum's movements, and heard the Raven grunting and growling softly to himself. 'Anything wrong, Chippy?' he asked. 'Sommat's been here an' bagged the brekfus',' replied the Raven. 'Was it a dog prowling about?' cried Dick. At this moment a hollow bark rang from the depths of the coppice: 'Wow-wow! Wow-wow!' 'There it is,' said Dick; 'a dog.' 'No,' replied Chippy. 'I know wot it is now. That's a fox. I'll bet theer's a vixen wi' cubs in this coppice, an' she's smelt the rabbit an' collared it.' 'Then I hope that weasel will start hunting again, laughed Dick, 'and chevy up another breakfast for us.'