Here, in almost the first paragraph, he saw the name which had happened to catch his eye a moment or two before: GOLF AT THE HAGUE Among the entrants for the tournament which commences to-morrow, are several well-known English players, including Mr.Barwin, Mr.Parrott, Mr.Hillard and Mr.Gerald Fentolin.
Mr.Dunster folded up the newspaper and replaced it in his pocket.

He turned towards the young man.
"So you're a golfer, are you ?" "I play a bit," was the somewhat indifferent reply.
Mr.Dunster turned to another part of the paper and pointed to the great black head-lines.
"Seems a queer thing for a young fellow like you to be worrying about games," he remarked.

"I haven't been in this country more than a few hours, but I expected to find all the young men getting ready." "Getting ready for what ?" "Why, to fight, of course," Mr.Dunster replied.

"Seems pretty clear that there's an expeditionary force being fitted out, according to this evening's paper, somewhere up in the North Sea.

The only Englishman I've spoken to on this side was willing to lay me odds that war would be declared within a week." The young man's lack of interest was curious.
"I am not in the army," he said.