"Ah, this is very lucky!" exclaimed Mr. Wilson, bending his long frame over some object.
"Found your ball?" asked Chilvers.
"The ball? No, no," he said, coming to his feet with something in his hand which looked to me like a weed. "But I've found a rare specimen of the Articum Lappa. It is a beauty!"
"Looks sort of familiar," said the puzzled Chilvers. "What did you say it was?"
"The Articum Lappa, more commonly called the burdock," explained
Mr. Wilson.
"If you can't find your ball drop another one and play!" shouted Harding from the other side of course. Just then I discovered the ball, and after two strokes Wilson got it out of trouble, and then by a lucky approach and putt won the hole. Harding looked at him suspiciously.
[Illustration: "What are you looking for?">[
On the next hole their drives landed the balls not far apart and neither was in trouble.
"I'm afraid this man Wilson can beat me," Harding said to us in an undertone as we neared the balls.
"Don't lose your nerve, papa," cautioned his daughter.