"Too far," said Dick Tresize. "That ball's over the green and gone down the cliff. I'd rather be where Trevanion is."
He proved to be right. Bob had got into a well-nigh impossible place and lost another hole.
"Beastly luck," remarked Dick. "That's not a fair hole."
"Rub of the green," was all Bob said.
"Yes, but it makes you four down," said the Admiral. "Trevanion has done every hole in bogey so far, and he's not likely to make mistakes."
It seemed as though Bob were destined to bad luck, for although he seemed to play the next hole perfectly, he made too much allowance for the wind, and his second shot went over a high bank which guarded the green, and fell among the shingle, near which some old boats were lying.
"Five up to the Military," shouted the Admiral.
"The same grand procession," giggled a girl who was a great admirer of
Trevanion.
"I say, Bob, I thought you were going to give Trevanion a game," said
George Tresize, Nancy's younger brother.
Captain Trevanion laughed confidently. He felt certain of victory now, and regarded the match as a walk over.