o too far, you are caught by a bunker; while if you
play to the left, the ground is so hummocky, that it is very difficult
to lay your ball dead. That is why, although the hole is barely two
hundred yards long, the committee have given it a four bogey.

Bob took an iron, and played straight for the pin.

"Good shot, but a bit short, I'm afraid," whispered Dick, as Bob stood
aside for Trevanion to drive. Trevanion also hit his ball clean, but
it was a trifle to the left. A little later they saw that both balls
were on the green, although Bob's was several yards the nearer.
Trevanion examined the ground carefully. He felt that much depended on
the approach putt. If he laid himself dead, he was sure he could not
be beaten. Every one stood breathless while the ball ran over the
hummocky ground.

"By gosh, it's too merry!" gasped George Tresize. But he had not
accounted for a steep ascent. The ball rested less than two feet from
the hole; Trevanion's three was safe.

Bob also carefully examined his ground, and then played his ball. It
went to the lip of the hole, and then half-hanging over, stopped. For
a second the little company held its breath, and then gave a gasp. The
ball fell in.

"Beastly fluke!" muttered Trevanion, between his set teeth.

"A great putt!" cried Dick.

"All square and one to play," cried the Admiral.

Bob felt his heart bound as he addressed the ball for the last drive.
What if after all he should miss it! A mist hung before his eyes. But
no, he would not miss, and a second later he watched the ball as it
soared over the hazard. Trevanion's was only a few yards behind. It
required but a chip shot to reach the green, which lay in a hollow just
over a turf-grown hedge, and guarded by a bunker. They had now reached
the final stage of the game. One shot might win or lose the match.

Evidently Trevanion realised this as he took his mashie. More than one
saw his cigarette tremble between his lips; there could be no doubt
that he was greatly excited. Perhaps his nerves played him tricks, or
perhaps in his anxiety he looked up before he hit his ball. Anyhow he
missed it, and he found himself badly bunkered. Bob's chance had come,
and he took advantage of it. His ball pitched over the hedge, and then
rolled towards the hole. He had a possible three. Trevanion, on the
other hand, failed to get out of the bunker at the first shot, and got
too far with the second. Bob had won th