Chapter 31: Wednesday the Sixteenth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌⁠It was a sparkling clear day to-day, with no wind, so I rode over to the old Titchborne Ranch with my little jumper-sleigh. There I found Percival Benson in a most pitiable condition. He had been laid up with the grip. His place was untidy, his dishes were unwashed, and his fuel was running short. His appearance, in fact, rather frightened me. So I bundled him up and got him in the jumper and brou