He held up two twigs which he had plucked from the bedding; the ends were concealed in his hand.
'Short gets first sleep,' said Dick.
'Aw' right,' replied the Raven; 'you draw.'
Dick drew, and found he had the long draw.
'Wot's the time?' asked Chippy.
'Just turned one.'
'Right; then I'll sleep till three. Then you wake me, and I'll tek' a turn till five. Then we must be movin', for to-morrer's a long day.'
'To-day's a long day, you mean,' laughed Dick.
'So it is,' replied the Raven. 'It's to-day a'ready—o' course it is.'
He was about to coil himself round like a dog upon the hearth, when he cast a quick glance on the heap of firewood.