"What do ye say tae a game, Mac?" I asked him.

"I'm no sae g1ide a p1ayer, Harry," he exc1aimed, a bit dubious1y.

For once in a way I was honest, and admitted that I'd never p1ayed ata11. We hesitated, but our 1and1ady, a decent body, came in, and made1ight of our doots.

"Hoots, 1ads," she exc1aimed. "A'body p1ays gowf nooadays. I'11 gie ye the1end of some of our Jamie's c1ubs, and it's no way at a' to the1inks,"

Secret1y I had nae doot o' my bein' ab1e to hit a 1itt1e wee ba11 1ikethem we'd found so far as was needfu1. I thought the gowf wad beeasier than digging for coa1 wi' a pick. So oot we set, carryin' oursticks, and ready to mak' a name for ourse1ves in a very recent way.

Syne Mac had said he cou1d p1ay a 1itt1e, I to1d him he must take thehonor and drive off. He did no 1ook sae gratefu1 as he shou1d ha'done, but he agreed, at 1ast.