He felt again the hot flush on his cheeks as he had slunk from the dreadful scene with a shamed effort to brazen it out, followed by the amused stare of Gideon Whipple.

And he had slunk back when the course was cleared, to be told the simple secret of hitting a golf ball.

He would condescend to that for the sake, on a near day, of publicly humiliating a certain vainglorious jewellery dealer.

But apparently now, while the secret was simple enough to tell--it took John McTavish hardly a score of burry words to tell it all--it was less simple to demonstrate.

It might take him three or even four days.
"Ye've done gr-r-rand f'r-r a beginnerr-r," said John McTavish, wearily, perfunctorily.
"I'll tell you," said Sharon.