He added:
"That fellow Waterslops is a bit of a sportsman. I haven't been able to tell you about our bet, you've been making such a noise. . . . Is your friend really plus one at North Berwick? What are you like?"
"Macmaster is a good plus two anywhere when he's in practice."
Sandbach said:
"Good Lord. . . . A stout fellow. . . ."
"As for me," Tietjens said, "I loathe the beastly game."
"So do I," Sandbach answered. "We'll just lollop along behind them."
[IV]
They came out into the bright open where all the distances under the tall sky showed with distinct prismatic outlines. They made a little group of seven—for Tietjens would not have a caddy—waiting on the flat, first teeing ground. Macmaster walked up to Tietjens and said under his voice:
"You've really sent that wire? . . ."