"That's your lofting iron."
"It might have been of some use if you had given it me when I made my first shot--"
"You can't drive with a lofting iron."
"Can't I! I don't know how it is that you are in a position to say what I can or what I can't do. You have never seen me play before."
"No, that I never have."
He said this with an emphasis which was in itself an impertinence. I eyed him with an even greater sternness than at first.
"It occurs to me, my boy, that you're not the sort of lad I should have chosen for a caddie had I myself had a voice in the matter. Let me give you fair warning that I am not a person whom it is safe to trifle with, so be careful. Lift that ball--at once, and place it in a position where it will be more convenient for me to strike it."
"Lift the ball!"
His eyes and mouth opened wide. I might have said something amazing.
"I told you to lift the ball; and I added, at once."