WALLACE--- 4 4 4 3 5 5 5 5 4--39

This was three under bogy for Kirkaldy, and one under for Wallace.

"I think this Scotchman of yours will do," Carter said in an undertone,
as we neared the tenth tee. "He is executing fairly well for a man
playing a course for the first time, fixed up with a strange set of
clubs, and getting all the worst of the luck on putts. He is actually
outdriving Kirkaldy, but I'm afraid our friend Miss Lawrence will lose
that hundred to Percy."

"So am I," I said, "but it is the only bet he will win."

It was at the tenth hole that Miss Lawrence sliced her ball over the
fence, and Wallace deftly returned it, as I have mentioned. As he looked
over the ground he identified it, and for the first time during the game
he took a sweeping glance at the "gallery."

His eyes met those of Miss Lawrence, and I saw him make a gesture with
his hand as if to remind her that this was the spot where he first had
seen her. She answered with a smile and a nod, and then said something
to Miss Harding and Miss Rose, at which the three of them laughed.

Then the machine-like Kirkaldy drove his usual accurate long ball.

It is a dangerous hole, this tenth, with a deep cut through which the
country road runs to the right, and dense woods and rock-strewn
underbrush to the left. The cautious player does not hazard making the
narrow opening, but Wallace smashed that ball a full 250 yards as
straight as a rifle shot. It is a 450-yard hole, and it has been the
ambition of every player in the club to reach it in two. Kirkaldy had
never done it, but Wallace had made a record-breaking drive. Could he
reach the green?

Kirkaldy brassied and was short, but in good position. Wallace did not
have a good lie, but I told him it was a full 200 yards, and the fore
caddy gave him the direction. It was uphill almost all the way to the
hole. He used a full brassie, going well into the turf, and I knew when
the ball started it would reach the green.

We climbed the hill breathless with curiosity. I came in sight of the
green. A new, white ball lay within a foot of the cup! All records on
"Mount Terrible" had been shattered!

Kirkaldy smiled grimly and was short on his approach, but got down in
two more, losing the hole with a five against that phenomenal three.
Five is bogy and par for this hole, and sevens more common than fives.
The medal score was even.

They halved the eleventh, Wallace won the twelfth and lost