"You brilliant fellows!" he said. "The country, or the army, or anything, could not be run by you. It takes stupid fools like me and Sandbach, along with sound, moderate heads like our friend here." He indicated Macmaster and, rising, went on: "Come along. You're playing me, Macmaster. They say you're hot stuff. Chrissie's no good. He can take Sandbach on." He walked off with Macmaster towards the dressing-room. Sandbach, wriggling awkwardly out of his chair, shouted: "Save the country. . . . Damn it. . . ." He stood on his feet. "I and Campion . . . Look at what the country's come to. . . . What with swine like these two in our club houses! And policemen to go round the links with Ministers to protect them from the wild women. . . . By God! I'd like to have the flaying of the skin off some of their backs. I would. By God I would." He added: "That fellow Waterslops is a bit of a sportsman. I haven't been able to tell you about our bet, you've been making such a noise. . . . Is your friend really plus one at North Berwick? What are you like?" "Macmaster is a good plus two anywhere when he's in practice." Sandbach said: "Good Lord. . . . A stout fellow. . . ." "As for me," Tietjens said, "I loathe the beastly game." "So do I," Sandbach answered. "We'll just lollop along behind them." IV They came out into the bright open where all the distances under the tall sky showed with distinct prismatic outlines. They made a little group of seven--for Tietjens would not have a caddy--waiting on the flat, first teeing ground. Macmaster walked up to Tietjens and said under his voice: "You've really _sent_ that wire? . . ." Tietjens said: "It'll be in Germany by now!" Mr. Sandbach hobbled from one to the other explaining the terms of his wager with Mr. Waterhouse. Mr. Waterhouse had backed one of the young men playing with him to drive into and hit twice in the eighteen holes the two city men who would be playing ahead of them. As the Minister had taken rather short odds Mr. Sandbach considered him a good sport. A long way down the first hole Mr. Waterhouse and his two companions were approaching the first green. They had high sandhills to the right and, to their left, a road that was fringed with rushes and a narrow dyke. Ahead of the Cabinet Minister the two city men and their two caddies stood on the edge of the dyke or poked downwards into the rushes. Two girls appeared and disappeared on the tops of the sandhills. The policeman was strolling along the road, level with Mr. Waterhouse. The General said: "I think we could go now." Sandbach said: "Waterslops will get a hit at them from the next tee. They're in the dyke." The General drove a straight, goodish ball. Just as Macmaster was in his swing Sandbach shouted: "By God! He nearly did it. See that fellow jump!" Macmaster looked round over his shoulder and hissed with vexation between his teeth: