Within twenty minutes they saw a second weasel running along under the brake, nosing in every hole, and pausing now and again to raise its head and look round sharply on every hand.
'Weasels seem pretty busy about this 'ere coppice,' observed Chippy.
'No mistake about it,' agreed Dick. 'Do you know, Chippy, I've heard that they are always active and running about before bad weather.'
'Hope they've got another reason this time,' growled the Raven. 'Sky looks all right.'
'It does,' replied Dick.
The two scouts looked to every point of the compass, and raked their memories for weather signs, and compared what they remembered, but they could see nothing wrong. The sun was going down in a perfectly clear sky, and flooding the common with glorious light. There was no wind, no threat of storm from any quarter: the evening was cool, calm, and splendid.
'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.'