walked toward it. “Oh, call it in!” cried Ned, and jumped in the hope of jarring the ground sufficiently to set the ball in motion. But the thing was obdurate. It never stirred. Frost tapped it with his putter and it rolled out of sight. Then he turned to Ned with outstretched hand. “You win, Tooker,” he said, with a smile. He was a little bit pale. Ned shook hands, but―― “Nonsense!” he said. “I’m not going to take the game on a fluke like that. We’ll call it a draw, Frost, and play another nine.” “Oh, no!” replied Frost. “It was a fair win.” He reached down and rescued his ball from the hole. Then he walked very deliberately to the edge of the green, dropped the ball on the turf, swung his putter and sent the offending guttie flying into the river. Then he came back, a smile on his face. “I feel better,” he said to Ned, with a laugh. “Well, we had a close game of it, Tooker, and you deserved to win. Wonder how the other games came out.” “It’s two to two,” said Linton. “The match depends on those chaps.” He nodded across to where Simpson and Sawyer were preparing to drive off from the ninth tee. “Who won?” asked Ned of Kirk. “I lost,” answered Kirk unhappily. “It was 86 to 90. I’m awfully sorry, Ned.” “It doesn’t matter. How did the others come out?” “Pete lost to Linton and Jim Morgan beat Carter. What was your score, Ned?” “I was 79 and Frost 80. Anyone heard how Simpson is getting on?” “He was four to the bad at the end of the first round,” replied Kirk. “I guess he’s out of it.” And he was. Sawyer, of Broadwood, finished triumphantly with a lead of 6 strokes under Jack Simpson and Broadwood had won the match, three games out of five. “Well, we will have to try you again in the spring,” said Ned to Frost. “We’ll be glad to,” the other answered. “And I hope you and I, Tooker, can get together again. You’re the best I ever ran up against, but I’m not convinced I can’t beat you.” “I daresay you will the next time,” laughed Ned. “Good-by. We’ve had a dandy time.” Ned, Kendall and Teller Sanford walked back together, Ned a little disappointed. “I don’t care if we did get beaten,” said Kendall, “as long as you won your game, Ned.” “I do,” Ned replied. “I thought sure we’d get a fall out of them this time. Hang ’em, we’ve never managed to win since I’ve been here! But you wait until next spring! Gee, but I’m tired! I’m going to have a hot and cold shower, fellows. I’ll see you later.”