"He was in the Eton Eleven, Clara, and stroked his boat at college. Don't you believe all he tells you."
"I shall not believe another word," she declared.
"I hope you don't mean it," he protested, "or I must remain dumb."
"You want to go off and tramp along the ridges by yourself," she declared. "Confess!"
"On the contrary," he answered, "I should like to carry that bag for you and hand out the—er—implements."
She unslung it at once from her shoulder.
"You have rushed upon your fate," she said. "Now let me fasten it for you."
"Is there any remuneration?" he inquired, anxiously.
"You mercenary person! Stand still now, I am going to play. Well, what do you expect?"
"I am not acquainted with the usual charges," he answered, "but to judge from the weight of the clubs—"