"Of course we have, and of course you object on principle. But you won't let a girl be man-handled. Don't wait to tell me I know it . . . ."
Noises existed. Sandbach, from beyond the low garden wall fifty yards away, was yelping, just like a dog: "Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!" and gesticulating. His little caddy, entangled in his golf-bag, was trying to scramble over the wall. On top of a high sandhill stood the policeman: he waved his arms like a windmill and shouted. Beside him and behind, slowly rising, were the heads of the General, Macmaster and their two boys. Further along, in completion were appearing the figures of Mr. Waterhouse, his two companions and their three boys. The Minister was waving his driver and shouting. They all shouted.
"A regular rat-hunt," the girl said; she was counting. "Eleven and two more caddies!" She exhibited satisfaction. "I headed them all off except two beasts. They couldn't run. But neither can Gertie . . ."
She said urgently:
"Come along! You aren't going to leave Gertie to those beasts! They're drunk. . . ."
Tietjens said:
"Cut away then. I'll look after Gertie." He picked up his bag.
"No, I'll come with you," the girl said.
Tietjens answered: "Oh, you don't want to go to gaol. Clear out!"
She said: