“Does it? Well, perhaps Hodge will prove good enough to keep Mr. Cleaves busy. If Mr. Cleaves isn’t satisfied after it’s over, let him come to me, and I’ll try to give him satisfaction.”
“He seems inclined to duck,” said Frost.
Bert Fuller was annoyed beyond measure. He walked over to Manton and Frost, to whom he spoke in a low tone, his words being heard by no others.
Manton shrugged his broad shoulders and turned away.
“Well, I’m looking for some one,” said Cleaves. “Mr. Hodge will do, if Mr. Merriwell doesn’t feel like it this afternoon.”
Without a word, Bart began to peel off, another golfer having offered his clubs for use.
Although he was not in golfing rig, Hodge was quite willing to do his best.
Cleaves teed carefully, addressed the ball in graceful form and led off with a long, beautiful drive. The ball did not rise high into the air, but went sailing away, away until it almost seemed that it would be lost to view.
In the meantime, Fuller had obtained a caddie for Hodge.