e match.
"Jolly hard luck, getting into the bunker, Trevanion," he said; but the
other did not speak. For the moment he was too chagrined.
"Nancarrow wins the match on the last green; now for tea," shouted the
Admiral. "Bob, my boy, you've played a great game. I congratulate
you."
"A very fine game, Nancarrow," said Trevanion, who, like the sportsman
he was, had got over his disappointment. "You played the last fourteen
holes like a book."
"Pardon me," said a voice, "I hope I shall not be considered to
indrude, but may I alzo congratulate you, sir. I am not English, I am
sorry to say, but I take advantage of the _Entente Cordiale_. You haf
given me much pleasure in watching you."
The stranger bowed as he spoke, and produced his card. "Allow me," he
continued, as he presented it to Bob.
"Thank you, Count von Weimer," replied Bob, as he read the card. "It
is very kind of you."
"Forgive me as a stranger in speaking to you," went on the Count, "but
I felt I must. Never haf I seen such a feat of skill, and I cannot be
silent. I take advantage of the _Entente Cordiale_. I bear a German
name, but I am from Alsace, and my heart beats warm to you and your
country," then with another bow he walked away.
"Who is that old buffer?" asked Dick.
"You know as much about him as I," replied Bob; "evidently he wanted to
be friendly."
"What did you say he was called?" asked the Admiral.
"Count von Weimer, Chateau Villar, Alsace, and Continental Club,
London," said Bob, reading the card.
"Von Weimer is a good name," said the Admiral, "and the Continental is
a good club; I've been there several times. I shall be civil to him if
I meet him again. But now for tea. By Jove, Trevanion, but the boy
has given you a twisting!"
"Oh, Bob, I am glad!" whispered Nancy, as they went towards the Club
House. "At one time I--I; oh, Bob, I _am_ glad you've beaten him."
"So am I," replied Bob, "but I'm not thinking so much about the golf."
"Now for tea," said Trevanion, with a laugh. "You've won on this field
of battle, but in the next my turn will come."
CHAPTER V
Bob was in great spirits at tea that day. He had won his match, and
proved himself a stronger player than Trevanion. Nancy, who sat by his
side, was radiant with smiles, while evidently the Admiral looked on
him with greater favour than ever before.
"A remarkable feat, my boy," he said again and again. "To be five down
to a man lik
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