P. G. WODEHOUSE
The Sixth Bunker
Addington
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| I | THE HEART OF A GOOF | [15] |
| II | HIGH STAKES | [51] |
| III | KEEPING IN WITH VOSPER | [85] |
| IV | CHESTER FORGETS HIMSELF | [116] |
| V | THE MAGIC PLUS FOURS | [153] |
| VI | THE AWAKENING OF ROLLO PODMARSH | [183] |
| VII | RODNEY FAILS TO QUALIFY | [210] |
| VIII | JANE GETS OFF THE FAIRWAY | [246] |
| IX | THE PURIFICATION OF RODNEY SPELVIN | [283] |
DIVOTS
CHAPTER I
THE HEART OF A GOOF
It was a morning when all nature shouted “Fore!” The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip-shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky; and the sun, peeping above the trees, looked like a giant golf-ball perfectly lofted by the mashie of some unseen god and about to drop dead by the pin of the eighteenth. It was the day of the opening of the course after the long winter, and a crowd of considerable dimensions had collected at the first tee. Plus fours gleamed in the sunshine, and the air was charged with happy anticipation.
In all that gay throng there was but one sad face. It belonged to the man who was waggling his driver over the new ball perched on its little hill of sand. This man seemed careworn, hopeless. He gazed down the fairway, shifted his feet, waggled, gazed down the fairway again, shifted the dogs once more, and waggled afresh. He waggled as Hamlet might have waggled, moodily, irresolutely. Then, at last, he swung, and, taking from his caddie the niblick which the intelligent lad had been holding in readiness from the moment when he had walked on to the tee, trudged wearily off to play his second.
The Oldest Member, who had been observing the scene with a benevolent eye from his favourite chair on the terrace, sighed.
“Poor Jenkinson,” he said, “does not improve.”