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"I can remember," said he, "when people who played golf were supposed to be a little queer upstairs. Cow-pasture pool, we used to call it. It's a good deal like shinny-on-your-own-side, ain't it?"
Archie took him out to David to get him outfitted with clubs and things, left Small in the shop, and came back to explain matters to me.
"You mustn't mind Small's manner," said he. "He's really one of the best fellows in the world, but he's--well, a trifle crude in spots. He's never had time to acquire a polish; he's been too busy making money."
"Excuse me"--Colonel Jimmy had been listening--"but is he in any way related to the Caspar Smalls of Chicago and Denver?"
"Not that I know of, Colonel," said Archie.
"You spoke of money," said I. "Has he so much of it, then?"
"Barrels, my dear boy, barrels. Crude oil is his line at present. And only thirty-five years of age too. He's a self-made man, Small is."
I couldn't think of anything to say except that he must have had a deuce of a lot of raw material to start with--and if I put the accent on the raw it was unintentional.
"Well," said Archie, "his heart is in the right place anyway."
When you can't think of anything else to say for a man, you can always say that his heart is in the right place. It sounds well, but it doesn't mean anything. Archie proposed that we should let Small go around with us that afternoon. I didn't like the idea, but, of course, I kept mum; the man was Archie's guest.
Small got in bad on the first tee. I knew he would when I saw who was ahead of us--Colonel Jimmy and the chinless boy. Like most elderly mechanical golfers, the Colonel is a stickler for the etiquette of the game--absolute silence and all that sort of thing.
Archie introduced Small to the Colonel and the Colonel introduced us to the chinless boy, who said he was charmed, stepped up on the tee and whacked his ball into the rough.
While the Colonel was teeing up, Small kept moving around and talking in that megaphone voice of his. Colonel Jimmy looked at him rather eloquently a couple of times and finally Small hushed up. The Colonel took his stance, tramped around awhile to get a firm footing, addressed the ball three times, and drew his club back for the swing. Just as it started downward, Small sneezed--one of those sneezes with an Indian war whoop on the end of it--"Aa-chew!" Naturally Colonel Jimmy jumped, took his eye off the ball and topped it into the long gra.s.s in front of the tee.
"Take it over," said the chinless boy, who was a sport if nothing else.
"I certainly intend to!" snapped the Colonel, glaring at Small.
"You--you spoiled my swing, sir!"
"Quit your kidding, Colonel!" said Small. "How could I spoil your swing?"
"You sneezed behind me!"
Small laughed at the top of his voice. "Haw! Haw! That's rich! Why, I've seen Heinie Zimmerman hit a baseball a mile with thirty thousand people yelling their heads off at him!"
"Yes," said Archie, "but that was baseball. This is golf. There's a difference."
"Gentlemen," said the Colonel, "when you are through with your discussion, I would really like to drive."
III
I played with Small all the afternoon without yielding to an impulse to slay him with a niblick, which speaks volumes for my good disposition.
It was a harrowing experience. Small proceeded on the usual theory of the beginner, which is to hit the ball as hard as possible and trust to luck. The most I can say for his day's play is that I never expect to see golf b.a.l.l.s. .h.i.t any harder. His wooden club shots hooked and sliced into the woods on either side of the course--he bought a dozen b.a.l.l.s to begin with and was borrowing from us at the finish--he dug up great patches of turf on the fair greens, he nearly destroyed three bunkers and after every shot he yelled like a Comanche.
We caught up with Colonel Jimmy at the eighteenth tee. The Colonel was in a better humour and was offering to give the chinless boy a stroke and play him double or quits on the last hole--sure proof that he had him badly licked. The chinless boy took the bet.
"Now, there's some sense to that!" said Small. "I never could play any game for fun. Make it worth while, that's what I say! Archie, I'll bet you a hundred that I beat you this hole!"
Colonel Jimmy was picking up a handful of sand from a tee. He dropped it and began to clean his ball.
"I'd be ashamed to take the money," said Archie. "You wouldn't have a chance."
"You mean you're afraid to take one. Be a sport!"
"I _am_ a sport. That's why I won't bet on a cinch."
They had quite a jawing match and finally Archie said that he would bet Small ten dollars.
"Huh!" said Small. "I wouldn't exert myself for a measly ten spot. Make it twenty-five!"
"Well, if you insist," said Archie, "and I'll give you two strokes."
"You'll give me nothing!" said Small. "What do you think I am? I'll play you even and lick you." And he was so nasty about it that Archie had to agree.
The Colonel turned around after he played his second shot to watch us drive. Small took a tremendous swing and hooked the ball over the fence and out of bounds. He borrowed another and sliced that one into the woods. When he finally sunk his putt--he took 17 for the hole and that wasn't counting the ones he missed--he dug up a wallet stuffed with currency and insisted on paying Archie on the spot.
"I don't feel right about taking this," said Archie.
"You won it, didn't you?" said Small. "If you had lost, would you have paid?"
"Ye-es," said Archie, "but----"
"But nothing! Take it and shut up!"
Colonel Jimmy, waiting on the porch, was an interested witness. In less than five minutes by the watch the chinless boy was sitting over in a corner, alone with a lemonade, and the Colonel had Small by the b.u.t.tonhole, talking Chicago to him. I have always claimed that Colonel Jimmy has all the instincts of a wolf, but perhaps it is only his Wall Street training that makes him so keen when a lamb is in sight.
"Yes, Chicago is a live town all right," said Small, "but about this golf proposition, now: I'm getting the hang of the thing, Colonel. If I didn't lose so many b.a.l.l.s----"
"You have a fine, natural swing," said the Colonel in a tone soft as corn silk. "A trifle less power, my friend, and you will get better direction."
Well, it was too much for me. I didn't care much for Small, but I hated to see him walk into ambush with his eyes open. I left him and the Colonel hobn.o.bbing over their highb.a.l.l.s, and went into the locker room, where I found Archie.
"Look here!" I said. "That old pirate is after your friend. Colonel Jimmy heard Small make that fool bet on the eighteenth tee, and you know what a leech he is when soft money is in sight. He's after him."
"So soon?" said Archie. "Quick work."
"Well, don't you think Small ought to be warned?"
Archie laughed.
"Warned about what?"
"Don't be more of an a.s.s than usual, Archie. The Colonel has got him out there, telling him about Chicago. You know what that means, and a fellow that bets as recklessly as Small does----"
"I can't do anything," said Archie. "Small is of age."