But never hide nor hair o' the ba' did I see.

It was awesome.
"Hoots, Mac," I said, "ye must ha' hit it an awfu' swipe.

I never saw it after you hit it." He was smiling, but no as if he were amused.
"Aweel, ye wouldna--ye was looking the wrong way, man," he said.

"I sort o' missed my swing that time.

There's the ba'-- --" He pointed, and sure enough, I saw the puir wee ba', over to right, not half a dozen yards from the tee, and lookin' as if it had been cut in twa.