But now you two have gone and spoiled it all." "Well, I tell you, West," suggested Remsen, "you come in with us and supply the picturesque element of the business.

You might look after the golf cases, you know; injuries to bald-headed gentlemen by gutties; trespassing by players; forfeiting of leases, and so forth.

What do you say ?" "All right," answered Outfield cheerfully.

"But it must be understood that the afternoons belong to the links and not to the law." So Stephen Remsen and Joel March sealed their agreement by shaking hands, and Outfield grinned approval.
One afternoon a few days later Outfield pranced into the room just as dusk was falling brandishing aloft a silver-plated mug, and uttering a series of loud cheers for "Me." Joel, who had returned but a moment before from a hard afternoon's practice, and was now studying in the window seat by the waning light, looked languidly curious.
"A trophy, Joel, a trophy from the links!" cried West.

"Won by the great Me by two holes from Jenkins, Jenkins the Previously Great, Jenkins the Defeated and Devastated!" He tossed the mug into Joel's lap.
"I'm very glad, Out," said the latter.