Kendall saw and started for the break, supposing that Ned was following. As he went through he looked back. Ned was not there. Instead he was in the act of jumping from the top of the bunker. “I thought you said I mustn’t do that,” said Kendall. “You mustn’t,” replied Ned gravely. “Ever.” “But――why――you did it!” “And so will you when you’ve played longer. Now, then, you’re away.” “I’m――what?” asked Kendall. “Away; your ball’s farthest from the hole. That means that you play first. Give it a good clean swipe this time.” Kendall managed to send the ball some twenty yards and looked at Ned for approbation. But Ned shook his head. “All wrong. You let your club slip in your hands and you brought your shoulder up. Watch this.” Click! Away sailed Ned’s ball, straight and low for the distant green. It struck, bounded and rolled and finally trickled to within some six yards of the flag. Kendall sighed. He had a lot to learn, he feared, before he could ever equal that performance. But he struggled on and finally his ball lay almost beside Ned’s. Then he was given another and quite different implement which Ned explained was a putter. And now――luck again very probably――Kendall distinguished himself by holing out in some marvelous manner in one! “Well, I’ll be jiggered!” breathed Ned softly. It took him two to make the hole. “Four,” he said. “That’s the best I’ve ever done this hole in. That iron shot of mine was a dandy.” “What do you mean by ‘four’?” asked Kendall. “Four strokes.” “Oh, and what did I make?” “I think you were sixteen,” replied Ned carelessly. “You did fairly well, Curt.” Kendall thought a minute. Then, “Sixteen to your four,” he murmured. “Say, Took――I mean Ned――how many shots would I have taken if I’d done poorly?” Ned laughed. “You might have taken thirty,” he answered. Then he clapped the disconsolate Kendall on the back. “Cheer up, you’re doing fine. It takes time and we’re all duffers at first.” “I guess I’ll watch you for a while,” said Kendall sadly. “I guess you’ll take this driver and come over here and knock the spots off this ball,” answered Ned. “And no mutiny, if you please, Mr. Bendall Kurtis.” “But――but it must be very tiresome for you,” said Kendall. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m as happy as a clam as long as I can swing a golf club. Don’t get discouraged, Curt. Remember that Bome wasn’t ruilt in a day.” “Remember what?” asked Kendall, puzzled. “Why, that Rome wasn’t duilt in a bay,” answered Ned. “Now then, here we go!”