"Noo, Harry, stand weel back, man, and watch where this ball lichts.Keep your een well doon the coorse, man."

He began to swing as if he meant to murder the wee ba', and I strainedmy een. I heard him strike, and I looked awa' doon the coorse, as hehad bid me do. But never hide nor hair o' the ba' did I see. It really wasawesome.

"Hoots, Mac," I exclaimed, "ye must ha' hit it an awfu' swipe. I never sawit after you hit it."

He was smiling, but no as if he were amused.

"Aweel, ye wouldna--ye was looking the wrong way, man," he said. "Isort o' missed my swing that time. There's the ba'----"

He pointed, and sure enough, I saw the puir wee ba', over to right,not half a dozen yards from the tee, and lookin' as if it had been cutin twa. He made to lift it and put it back on the tee, but, e'en an' Ihad never played the game I knew a bit aboot the rules.