great cheering. Bob's ball had surely
mounted all difficulties and apparently landed on the green.

"A magnificent shot!" cried the Admiral. "By gad, Bob, but Vardon
couldn't have done it better!"

It was easy to see that Trevanion was annoyed as well as surprised at
Bob's shot. The bogey for the hole was five, and Bob had to all
appearance made a four possible by a very fine brassy shot. Trevanion
had driven thirty yards further than Bob, but he had still a big
sand-hill, covered with long grass, to carry. Whether Bob's shot had
made him fear that, after being five up, he might yet be beaten, it is
impossible to say, certain it is that he missed his ball, and Bob won
the hole.

"Military down to two," cried the Admiral. "It's going to be a close
match, after all."

The rest of the spectators became silent; they felt that things were
becoming serious, and that they must not talk, especially as Trevanion
had looked angrily at some one who had spoken as he was addressing his
ball for the next drive. The eleventh and the twelfth holes were
halved, and so the game stood at two up for Trevanion and six to play.

"I've won my box of chocolates, Captain Trevanion," Nancy could not
help saying, as they walked to the thirteenth tee. "Even if you win
the next two holes you can only be dormy at the fourteenth."

"I shall buy the chocolates with all the pleasure in the world,"
replied the Captain. "You see, I didn't reckon on that brassy of
Nancarrow's at the tenth."

"I think you are going to have an expensive afternoon," she laughed.

Bob, who still retained the honour, addressed his ball. A strong cross
wind was blowing, but he made up his mind to carry the green, although
it was considerably over two hundred yards, and guarded by a high
mound. If he could do so he stood a good chance of a three, and might
rob his opponent of another hole. He hit the ball clean and true, and
as it left his club the spectators gave a gasp. It looked as though it
would strike the guiding-post, but to the relief of all, and especially
of Nancy, it rose a foot above it, and was soon lost to sight.

"By gosh, Bob, I believe you've driven the green!" said Dick to Bob, in
a whisper. "If you have, you stand a good chance. You drive a longer
ball than Trevanion."

It was easy to see by the change that had come over the Captain's face
that he was becoming anxious. He hit his ball with perfect precision,
but it dropped on the t