Chapter 19: Thursday the Twenty-second

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌⁠It was early Tuesday morning that Dinky-Dunk firmly announced that he and I were going off on a three-day shooting-trip. I hadn't slept well, the night before, for my nerves were still rather upset, and Dinky-Dunk said I needed a picnic. So we got guns and cartridges and blankets and slickers and cooking things, and stowed them away in the wagon-box. Then we made a list of the provisions we'd need