'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: