py. 'We can camp to-night, instead
o' havin' to look for a barn or hay-loft, or suthin'.'

In the distance a yellow van was jogging over the moor. It was moving
along a road which crossed their track at right angles.

'That's a baker's van,' said Dick. 'Let's tun on and catch it. If we
can get a loaf, we shall be set up, and can break our march where we
like.'

'Righto,' said the Raven; 'the flour's all gone.' And the scouts ran
forward. They caught the van at the crossroads, and bought a
threepenny loaf. Dick entered the purchase in his notebook; they had
now spent two shillings and a penny three-farthings, and had plenty of
food in hand for their fourth day. From this point on they surveyed
the country with a single idea--the finding of a good spot for a camp.

They had now reached the border of the moor, and the land was studded
by woods, coppices, and coverts. Pheasants flew across their path, and
rabbits ambled about in every direction; for evening was coming on, and
the bunnies were swarming from their burrows.

'Sportin' country, this,' observed Chippy; and Dick agreed.

Suddenly the boys came on a little brook, and both said, 'Here we are,'
for they knew that somewhere along the brook there would be a spot to
suit them. They left the road, and followed the little stream for
three or four hundred yards, and then pulled up at a smooth grassy
patch on the sunny side of a pine-wood. In the evening light the great
tall red trees stood up quiet and splendid, and the scouts knew that
their dark depths would make a happy hunting-ground for firewood and
bedding.

They started their fire, and collected a huge pile of dried sticks with
which to feed it. They gathered armfuls of pine-tips from the lower
branches, but could find no logs for a framework; so they made the bed
much broader, and worked in some strong dried branches at the side, and
hoped the plan would answer well. They tested it by rolling on the
bed, and all seemed firm and steady. Then, with ravening appetites,
they turned to preparations for supper.

Bread and tea were easy enough to prepare, but how were they going to
cook the eels? Chippy had been enthusiastic over the delicious
richness of fried eels, and there was the billy to fry them in, but
what were they going to do for grease?

'A bit o' lard, now,' murmured Chippy.

'Wait a bit,' said Dick. 'I'll put you right, cook.'

He opened his haversack, and took out a small tin b