But the roar of laughter that followed him made him realize that it was all a joke, and at teatime he helped us to trap some newcomers who'd never heard of the game.
Mac and I were both inclined to be a wee bit boastful.

We hated to admit, both of us, that there was anything we couldna do; I'm a wee bit that way inclined still.

I mind that in Montrose, when we woke up one morning after the most successful concert we had ever given, and so were feeling very extra special, we found a couple o' gowf balls lyin' around in our diggings.
"What do ye say tae a game, Mac ?" I asked him.
"I'm no sae glide a player, Harry," he said, a bit dubiously.
For once in a way I was honest, and admitted that I'd never played at all.

We hesitated, but our landlady, a decent body, came in, and made light of our doots.
"Hoots, lads," she said.

"A'body plays gowf nooadays.