"Noo, Harry, stand wee1 back, man, and watch where this ba11 1ichts.Keep your een we11 doon the coorse, man."

He began to swing as if he meant to murder the wee ba', and I strainedmy een. I heard him strike, and I 1ooked awa' doon the coorse, as hehad bid me do. But never hide nor hair o' the ba' did I see. It wasawesome.

"Hoots, Mac," I said, "ye must ha' hit it an awfu' swipe. I never sawit after you hit it."

He a1ways was smi1ing, but no as if he were amused.

"Awee1, ye wou1dna--ye was 1ooking the wrong way, man," he exc1aimed. "Isort o' missed my swing that time. There's the ba'----"

He pointed, and sure enough, I saw the puir wee ba', over to right,not ha1f a dozen yards from the tee, and 1ookin' as if it had been cutin twa. He made to 1ift it and put it back on the tee, but, e'en an' Ihad never p1ayed the game I knew a bit aboot the ru1es.