At last Joyce had a glimpse of claws, but she answered quietly:
“I should take my niblick and try to get out.”
Lionel’s voice interrupted them.
“Here’s the beastly ball, and quite unplayable.”
“What will you do?” asked Margot of Joyce.
“Play it out.”
Her caddy presented a niblick. Joyce concentrated her attention upon the ball, deeply imbedded in heather. The ball was almost unplayable. The Squire sauntered up, slightly impatient of the delay, thinking of his luncheon.
“Chuck this hole,” he suggested. “We’ll walk to the next tee.”
“Shall we chuck the game?” said Lionel to his partner. “This is not my day out.”
“We’re four up and six to go,” added the Squire.