bit of a blot on us as scouts that we were caught like that?'

Chippy heaved a deep sigh. 'I've never mentioned it,' he replied, 'but
it's bin on my mind more'n once. Seems to me we orter scouted round
more to find whether there wor enemies in the country. They 'ad us on
toast, they did. Reg'lar let down for a pair o' scouts,' and Chippy
sighed again.

In order to banish these melancholy thoughts, the Wolf and the Raven
began to get something to eat. The Wolf opened his jacket and mixed
the flour on the lining, while the Raven fetched water and made a fire,
and chopped and peeled and heated a club.

When the dough was ready, Dick worked it into a long strip which was
wound spirally round the club. Then the club was thrust into the
ground beside the fire, one end of it being sharpened. Now and again
the club was given a turn while the dough toasted steadily. Chippy
watched the dough, and Dick made the tea.

They ate their meal, rested a couple of hours, then went on again. It
was now midday, and tremendously hot. But they were not going a great
way. The map showed the winding blue line of a river two miles ahead,
and they were in search of it for a pleasant swim.

They gained the bank of the river, sat down a short time to cool off,
then stripped and plunged in, and spent a delightful half-hour in the
clear water. As they were dressing they observed that a faintly marked
path ran through the meadow at the edge of the stream. They followed
it when they were ready to march once more, and soon came upon a mill
standing at the waterside. Above the mill was a broad pool, and in the
shade of some bushes trout were feeding, or, more likely, playing, for
now and again one would leap clean out of the water and fall back again
with a flash of silver. The boys sat down on the bank beside the water
and gazed upon the pleasant pool.

'It would come in handy if you could catch a few of those trout,
Chippy,' said Dick. 'Those were all right we caught on Monday night.'

The Raven shook his head. 'Wish I could, Dick,' he replied; 'but that
dodge ain't no use now, an' I couldn't get them over theer to look at
anythin' I've got wi' me.'

'I suppose not,' said Dick. 'I say, Chippy, see that heap of stones
just under the bank here.'

The Raven glanced down and saw what his brother scout was pointing at.
It looked as if for generations the millers had flung their broken
mill-stones into this part of the pool, and