“You gave up a hole, didn’t you?” demanded Munchausen.
“Yes.”
“And I won a hole, didn’t I?”
“You did—but—”
“Well that’s two holes. Fore!” cried Munchausen.
The two walked along in silence for a few minutes, and the Baron resumed.
“Yes, golf is a splendid game and I love it, though I don’t think I’d ever let a good canvasback duck get cold while I was talking about it. When I have a canvasback duck before me I don’t think of anything else while it’s there. But unquestionably I’m fond of golf, and I have a very good reason to be. It has done a great deal for me, and as I have already told you, once it really saved my life.”
“Saved your life, eh?” said Ananias.
“That’s what I said,” returned Mr. Munchausen, “and so of course that is the way it was.”
“I should admire to hear the details,” said Ananias. “I presume you were going into a decline and it restored your strength and vitality.”