They had quite a jawing match and finally Archie said that he would bet Small ten dollars.
"Huh!" said Small. "I wouldn't exert myself for a measly ten spot. Make it twenty-five!"
"Well, if you insist," said Archie, "and I'll give you two strokes."
"You'll give me nothing!" said Small. "What do you think I am? I'll play you even and lick you." And he was so nasty about it that Archie had to agree.
The Colonel turned around after he played his second shot to watch us drive. Small took a tremendous swing and hooked the ball over the fence and out of bounds. He borrowed another and sliced that one into the woods. When he finally sunk his putt—he took 17 for the hole and that wasn't counting the ones he missed—he dug up a wallet stuffed with currency and insisted on paying Archie on the spot.
"I don't feel right about taking this," said Archie.
"You won it, didn't you?" said Small. "If you had lost, would you have paid?"
"Ye-es," said Archie, "but——"
"But nothing! Take it and shut up!"
Colonel Jimmy, waiting on the porch, was an interested witness. In less than five minutes by the watch the chinless boy was sitting over in a corner, alone with a lemonade, and the Colonel had Small by the buttonhole, talking Chicago to him. I have always claimed that Colonel Jimmy has all the instincts of a wolf, but perhaps it is only his Wall Street training that makes him so keen when a lamb is in sight.