"How do," said Kitts, looking hard at Windy. "I'm ready if you are, sir."
"Oh, don't be in such a hurry!" said Wilkins. "We've got a lot of drinks comin' here. Sit down and have one."
"Thank you, I never drink," replied Adolphus.
"Well, then, have a sandwich. Might as well load up; you've got a hard afternoon ahead of you."
"Thanks, I've had my lunch."
"Then let's talk a little," urged Windy. "Let's get acquainted. This is the first time I ever had a whack at a cup, and I don't know how to act. I play golf by main strength and awkwardness, but I get there just the same. They tell me you're a great man for rules."
Windy paused, but Kitts didn't say anything, and Cupid stepped on my foot under the table.
"Now, I don't go very strong on the rules," continued Windy wheedlingly. "I like to play a sporty game—count all my shots, of course—but damn this technical stuff is what I say. For instance, if you should accidentally tap your ball when you was addressin' it, and it should turn over, I wouldn't call a stroke on you. I'd be ashamed to do it. If I win, I want to win on my playin' and not on any technicalities. Ain't that the way you feel about it, hey?"
Kitts looked uncomfortable, but he wouldn't return a straight answer to the question. He said something about hoping the best man would win, and went out to get his clubs.
"Cheerful kind of a party, ain't he?" said Windy. "I've told him where I stand. I ain't goin' to claim anything on him if his foot slips, and he oughtn't to claim anything on me. If he's a real sport, he won't. What do you boys think?"