A new campaign was entered upon, doubtfully at first by Sharon, at length with dawning confidence.

He was never to touch a wooden club.
He was to drive with an iron, not far, but truly; to stay always in the centre of the fairway and especially to cultivate the shorter approach shots and the use of the putter.

The boy laboured patiently with his pupil, striving to persuade him that golf was more than a trial of strength.

From secret lessons back of the stable they came at length to furtive lessons over the course at hours when it was least played.

John Knox McTavish figured at these times as consulting expert.
"It's th' shor-r-t game that tells th' stor-r-r-y," said John; and Sharon, making his whole game a short game, was presently telling the story understandably, to the vast pride of the middle man who provided endless balls for his lessons.
It was a day of thrills for them both when Rapp, Senior, publicly challenged and accepting with dreams of an easy conquest, bent down before the craft of Sharon Whipple.