although Bob got a five, he lost the hole.

"One up to the Army," laughed the Admiral.

The second hole, which can easily be reached by a good iron shot,
Captain Trevanion played perfectly. His ball soared over a high
mountain of sand, and plumped down comfortably a few yards from the
hole. Bob topped his ball, and it landed half way up the sand-hill in
a bad place. Again it took him five to hole out, while Trevanion was
down in three.

At the third the Captain drove a perfect ball, while Bob, who though he
got just as far, landed in the churchyard, out of bounds. The result
was that he lost this hole also.

"This is what I call a grand procession," remarked some one.

"Come, Bob," laughed the Admiral, "this looks as though you will have
to pay for the tea."

"I hope it'll be a good one anyhow," replied Bob quietly. "I'm working
up a fine appetite."

At the next hole Captain Trevanion drove short, and landed in the
bunker guarding the green. Bob, on the other hand, sent his ball
straight and true over the guiding-post.

"Fine shot," was the general remark.

"Too far," said Dick Tresize. "That ball's over the green and gone
down the cliff. I'd rather be where Trevanion is."

He proved to be right. Bob had got into a well-nigh impossible place
and lost another hole.

"Beastly luck," remarked Dick. "That's not a fair hole."

"Rub of the green," was all Bob said.

"Yes, but it makes you four down," said the Admiral. "Trevanion has
done every hole in bogey so far, and he's not likely to make mistakes."

It seemed as though Bob were destined to bad luck, for although he
seemed to play the next hole perfectly, he made too much allowance for
the wind, and his second shot went over a high bank which guarded the
green, and fell among the shingle, near which some old boats were lying.

"Five up to the Military," shouted the Admiral.

"The same grand procession," giggled a girl who was a great admirer of
Trevanion.

"I say, Bob, I thought you were going to give Trevanion a game," said
George Tresize, Nancy's younger brother.

Captain Trevanion laughed confidently. He felt certain of victory now,
and regarded the match as a walk over.

"Five down is a big handicap," said Bob. "Still the match is young
yet."

"He's had beastly luck at the last two holes," grumbled Dick Tresize,
who was evidently deeply chagrined.

The next hole was halved in bogey. Bob got his four easily, but
Trevanion onl