"What nonsense," I said to Thomas, "they put in comic papers about golf. All that about digging up the turf! ... and missing the ball! ... and breaking the clubs! I mean, I simply don't see how one could! Let's see, I've played four, haven't I?"
"Five," said Thomas. "What I am wondering," he added, "is why you should have been afraid of using any club in your small island off the coast of Scotland."
CHAPTER IV
Twenty Strokes After
"The green, the green," I shouted joyfully, in the manner of the ancient Greeks, though I was only on the edge of it.
"Go on," said Thomas.
I took a careful aim and put the white down.
"You see," I said carelessly, leaning on my putter.