He made to lift it and put it back on the tee, but, e'en an' I had never played the game I knew a bit aboot the rules.
"Dinna gang so fast, Mac," I cried.

"That counts a shot.

It's my turn the noo." And so I piled up a great double handfu' o' sand.

It seemed to me that the higher I put the wee ba' to begin with the further I could send it when I hit it.

But I was wrong, for my attempt was worse than Mac's.