“Jerusalem!” cried Ananias. “What did Bonaparte say?”
“Again I swung my red-flagged brassey in front of the angry creature’s face, and what I had hoped for followed.” Chapter XV.
“He delivered a short, quick nervous address in Corsican and retired to the club-house where he spent the afternoon drowning his sorrows in Absinthe high-balls. ‘Great hole that, Bonaparte,’ said I when his geniality was about to return. ‘Yes,’ said he. ‘A regular lu-lu, eh?’ said I. ‘More than that, Baron,’ said he. ‘It was a Waterlooloo.’ It was the first pun I ever heard the Emperor make.”
“We all have our weak moments,” said Ananias drily, playing nine from behind the wall. “I give the hole up,” he added angrily.
“Let’s play it out anyhow,” said Munchausen, playing three to the green.
“All right,” Ananias agreed, taking a ten and rimming the cup.
Munchausen took three to go down, scoring six in all.
“Two up,” said he, as Ananias putted out in eleven.
“How the deuce do you make that out? This is only the first hole,” cried Ananias with some show of heat.