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.