MacNeath was game. He picked up his ball with the left hand and offered his right to Ambrose. "Well done!" said he. "Thanks!" responded Ambrose. "Guess I kind of jarred you with that baffy shot. It's certainly a dandy club in a pinch. Better let MacQuarrie make you one." MacNeath swallowed hard and nearly managed a smile. "It wasn't the club," said he. "It was just burglar's luck. You couldn't do it again in a thousand years!" "Maybe not," replied the victor; "but when you get back to Bellevue you tell all the dear chappies there that I got away with it once--got away with it the one time when it counted!" At this point the gallery closed in and overwhelmed young Mr. Phipps. Inside of a minute he heard more pleasant things about himself than had come to his ears in a lifetime. He did not dispute a single statement that was made; nor did he discount one by so much as the deprecating lift of an eyebrow. For once in his life he agreed with everybody. In the stag celebration that followed--with the Edward B. Wimpus Cup in the middle of the big round table--he was easily induced to favour us with a few brief remarks. He informed us that tin cups were nothing in his young life, club spirit was nothing, but that gameness was everything--and the cheering was led by the Dingbats! * * * * * Now you know why we feel that we owe Ambrose something; and, if I am any judge, that debt will be paid with heavy interest. Dunn'l MacQuarrie is also a winner. He has booked so many orders for baffles that he is now endeavouring to secure the services of a first-class club maker. As Ambrose often tells us, the baffy is a sweet little club to have in the bag--provided, of course, you have the nerve to use it. THE MAJOR, D.O.S. I I despise the sort of man who gloats and pokes his finger at you and reminds you that he told you so. I hope I am not in that class, and I would be the last to rub salt into an open wound; still I see no harm in calling attention to the fact that I once expressed an opinion which had to do with Englishmen in general and Major Cuthbert Eustace Lawes--D.S.O., and a lot of other initials--in particular. What is more, that opinion was expressed in the presence of Waddles Wilmot and one other director of the Yavapai Golf and Country Club. "You can't tell much about an Englishman by looking at him." Those were my very words, and I stand by them. I point to them with pride. If Waddles had listened to me--but Waddles never listens to anybody. Sometimes he looks as if he might be listening, when as a matter of fact he is only resting his voice and thinking up something cutting and clever to say next.