He remembered it only too well.
"I found you lying by the side of the road about half-past eight in the evening.

I suppose you don't remember my picking you up ?" "No, sir." "You were insensible.

I was afraid at first you were frozen.

But I brought you home, and, thanks to Providence, you are all right again." "Where is my fiddle ?" asked Phil, anxiously.
"It is safe.

There it is on the piano." Phil was relieved to see that his faithful companion was safe.