y halved his by a long and uncertain putt.

"Five up at the sixth," shouted the Admiral. "Come, Bob, that's
better, you've halved a hole at last."

Bob said nothing, but cast a look at Nancy, who was pale with
excitement. He could see how anxious she was, and noted the confident
air with which Trevanion approached the next tee. Although his
position seemed almost hopeless, a feeling of confidence came into his
heart. He had measured his opponent by this time, and he knew he had
got to his old mastery of his clubs. He felt sure, too, that he could
play the stronger game, even although he had lost hole after hole in
succession.

Trevanion again drove, but this time his ball was off the line and
landed in a huge basin of sand. Bob's, on the other hand, was
perfectly straight. It carried the bunker a hundred and forty yards
from the tee, and was well on its way to the green. As a consequence,
although the bogey was five, Bob did it in four and won the hole.

"You played that well, Nancarrow," said Trevanion.

"The wind helped me," replied Bob.

The next hole was also a five bogey; but again Bob, who reached the
green in two, got out in four, while Trevanion took five. He had
reduced the difference between them to three. The ninth hole was
halved.

"Three up at the turn for the Army," shouted the Admiral.

The tenth hole, as all who have played on the Leiant Links know, is
very difficult. If the player has a long drive, he can, if he has a
good second, land on the green in two; but in order to do so he has to
carry a very difficult piece of country, which, if he gets into it, is
generally fatal. Bob's drive was short, and it seemed impossible for
him to carry the tremendous hazard with his second shot. Trevanion, on
the other hand, was in an easy position. When he saw Bob's short drive
he laughed contentedly.

"I'm wanting my tea badly," he said to Nancy.

"That's a pity," replied the girl. "It'll take another hour to play
the next nine holes."

"It looks as though the match will be over before then," he replied
confidently. "I'll bet you a box of chocolates that we shall finish at
the fourteenth."

"Done!" cried the girl, and there was a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Of course Bob'll have to play short here," grumbled Dick Tresize. "He
ought to have insisted on Trevanion giving him strokes. By George,
he's surely not going to be such a fool as to risk a brassy!"

The next minute there was