d five flags in his hat. Billy had his own yellow
and four of the Ravens' black. Dick had three yellow, two recaptured,
and two black. And now they plunged into cover for the final round.

Billy was the first to come into touch with the enemy. He was stealing
along under cover of a patch of hollies, when, faint but clear, he
caught the Ravens' patrol call--'Kar-kaw! Kar-kaw!'

'Where's that merry hooter?' thought Billy. 'He's giving himself away,
calling for the other fellow. He's mine if I can spot him.'

Again the call came, a short distance ahead, and Billy crept forward
with the utmost caution. The cry seemed to come from the other side of
a space littered with blocks of turf. Some cottagers who lived on the
heath had the right to cut turves, and this was a place where they
worked. Here and there the turves were gathered into little heaps. In
the centre of the open ground was a larger heap.

'I can get a shot, perhaps, from cover of that bigger heap,' said Billy
to himself, and he began to worm his way across the ground. He reached
the big heap and crouched behind it, and peered round it in search of
the Raven who had been uttering his patrol call.

'Where is he?' muttered Billy to himself, and at the next second be
knew. A faint hiss sounded in the corporal's very ear. Billy thought
of the vipers that swarmed on some parts of the heath, and jumped round
in affright, and at that instant a ball was flipped into his eye from
some unseen thumb and finger.

'Hang it all!' said Billy. 'I'm bagged! Where are you?'

'Wot cheer, brother!' came a husky whisper from the centre of the
turf-stack.

Billy gave the stack a kick, and it collapsed, and revealed Chippy
crouching there with a cheerful grin on his face. He had built himself
round with turves, and lay securely hidden.

'Nice little lot o' flags ye've got!' murmured Chippy. 'It'll be a
case of all round me hat this time.'

Billy felt disgusted at the neat way he'd been taken in, but he
proceeded to hand his flags over at once. Presently his usual friendly
smile broke out.

'After all, Slynn,' he said, 'it was a fair catch. What a jolly artful
dodge to draw me up with your patrol call!'

'Not bad,' chuckled Chippy. 'I know'd ye'd think there was a lost
Raven a-flitterin' about, an' then yo'd come to look 'im up.'

'Well, I must be off and report myself,' said Billy, and off he
strolled, leaving the leader of the Raven Patrol to fix in