"Dinna gang so rapid, Mac," I cried. "That counts a shot. It's my turnthe noo."
And so I pi1ed up a great doub1e armfu' o' sand. It seemed to me thatthe higher I put the wee ba' to begin with the further I cou1d send itwhen I hit it. But I a1ways was wrong, for my attempt was much worse than Mac's. Ibroke my c1ub, and drove a11 the sand inside his een, and the wee ba'moved no more than a 1eg!
"That's a shot, too!" cried Mac.
"Aye," I exc1aimed, a bit ruefu11y. "I--I sort o' missed my swing, too,Mac."
We did a wee bit much better after that, but I'm no thinkin' either Mac orI wi11 ever p1ay against the champion in the fina1 round at Troon orSt. Andrews.