," the Wildcat returned. "Is you got
a lead pencil? 'Sposin' us marks de li'l white balls wid de dice
freckles an' reads 'em when dey drops. Fust you take one time, den I
takes anotheh. Us plays some mountain dominoes. Got to do sumpin', else
us goes to sleep. Den like as not some ragin' golf sneak up an' eat yo'
innards fo' you has a chance to wake up. Le's try shootin' some sevens
at de scenery."

Action followed the Wildcat's words, and presently the two golf balls
then in use were marked with a pattern of black dots running from the
gentle ace to the belligerent six spot. Thereafter the two Potent
Nobles had reason to wonder at the sudden industry exhibited by their
caddies, who leaped after each ball almost before the club had touched
it.

"Bam! Look at that boy go, Jim! I wish we could get caddies like that
in Chicago; the lazy devils never would go after a ball. These fellows
are bears."

"They're all good,--the best caddies I ever had were niggers in the
south,--after you get 'em woke up, that is."

Meanwhile, out at the destination of the golf ball the Wildcat and the
Mud Turtle were inspecting it where it lay. "Three up." The pair raced
to the point where the other ball had fallen. "She reads fo'. Fo' an'
three is seven. Wilecat, doggone you, you wins again."

"Sho' I wins! Didn' dem Blue Fezant boys say dis heah mascot goat ob
mine was roustin' roun' out heah? Whaheveh dat goat is, so is Lady
Luck. Fo' long I meets up wid Lily, an' den I shows you some winnin'
what is."

The two Potent Nobles holed out at the ninth, and the party crossed the
road under the trees to the tenth tee. "Cap'n, suh," the Wildcat asked,
"what's 'at rock oveh dah, widout no roof an' de rock wall?"

The Potent Noble looked over at the Chinese tomb. "That's where some
Chinaman is buried," he said. "That's a Chinese tomb."

"Tomb! Some dead boy layin' in it?"

"I'll say so--maybe a dozen of 'em. This whole golf pasture is built
over a graveyard."

The Wildcat stiffened and looked at the Mud Turtle. "Lawd Gawd, Mud
Turtle! Us cravin' to meet Lady Luck an' walkin' 'roun' in a graveyard!
Sho' makes me dwindle up inside! No wondeh dem man-eatin' golfs is so
ragin' out heah. Wish I could fin' dat doggone Lily Goat." He turned to
one of the Potent Nobles. "Ain't we startin' down town, Cap'n, fo' it
gits dark?"

"It'll be two hours yet before it gets dark. We've got time to hunt
another golf or two. Shut up while I drive."

"Ca