'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.'
'Well, it's gone, an' theer's no use tryin' to look for it,' said Chippy, and tucked himself up in his blanket again.
CHAPTER XLVIII
IN THE RAIN
The scouts were falling off to sleep once more when they were aroused again, this time by the divinest music. A nightingale began to sing in the little wood, and made it echo and re-echo with the richest song.
Suddenly a faint murmuring began to mingle with the lovely notes. The murmuring grew, and the bird's song ceased. The air was filled with the patter of falling rain.