Again the light flashed out, and again disappeared.
“What can it be?” asked Billy Binks, hoarsely, as soon as he could find his voice.
“Perhaps it is a lamp,” mewed the cat.
“No, it is too bright for a lamp,” answered Billy Binks.
“It might be a house on fire,” barked the dog.
“No, if it were, we could see the light all the time; and besides, there is no house here. I have flown this way before,” answered the raven.
“It may be a lighthouse,” said Billy Binks.
“No,” replied the raven, “the sea is miles from here. You all keep still while I fly over the treetops and find out what it is.”
Billy Binks and his animal friends kept ever so quiet, while the raven flew up and quickly disappeared in the darkness. It seemed hours before he returned.