"Winner buys, Henry! Winner always buys! It's a rule of the club!"
"The club be damned!" cried Henry Peacock as he fought his way to the door.
"Bish," said Frank Woodson, "that was a rotten trick to play on anybody. You shouldn't have done it."
"A rotten case," replied the Bish, "requires a rotten remedy. It's kill or cure; even money and take your pick."
As it turned out it was a cure.
Henry Peacock is once more a member of the Old Guard, in good standing and entitled to all privileges. Totten, Woodson and Miller received him with open arms, and they actually treat the old reprobate as if nothing had happened. I believe it will be a long time before he reminds them that he once shot an eighty-two, and a longer time before he breaks a ninety.