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"And now, youngster," said Jack, wresting the colt out of Vigors's hand, "do as I bid you give him a good colting if you don't I'll thrash you." Gossett required no second threat the pleasure of thrashing his enemy, if only for once, was quite enough and he laid well on.
Nobody seemed quite to know how he had got in, but there, unfortunately, he was. Gossett had introduced into Cape Pleasant golf a cheerless atmosphere of the rigour of the game. It was to enable them to avoid just such golfers as Gossett that the Cape Pleasanters had founded their club.
But I understand you. You must let me carry your clubs. 'It's very good of you, said Gossett. 'Not at all, said Sigsbee. Archibald was now preparing to drive off from the first tee. He did this with great care. Everyone who has seen Archibald Mealing play golf knows that his teeing off is one of the most impressive sights ever witnessed on the links.
'It is probably in cipher, said Sigsbee. 'I wouldn't understand it. Play on, old man. You've only a few more holes to win. Gossett turned and addressed his ball again. Then he swung. The club tipped the ball, and it rolled sluggishly for a couple of feet. Archibald approached the tee. Now there were moments when Archibald could drive quite decently.
Then Gossett had come, full of strange rules, and created about the same stir in the community which a hawk would create in a gathering of middle-aged doves. 'You can't square Gossett, said Sigsbee. McCay looked unhappy. 'I forgot him, he said. 'Of course, nothing will stop him trying to win. I wish we could think of something. I would almost as soon see him lose as Archie win.
"Massa Easy, I look at dis, and I tink it Massa Vigors' head, and den I tink dis skull of his enemy nice present make to little Massa Gossett; and den I tink again, and I say, no, he dead and nebber thrash any more so let him go overboard."
Jack with his fists doubled ready to protect him if there was a show of resistance, but Vigors was half stupified with the blow under the ear, and quite cowed; he took his thrashing in the most passive manner. "That will do," said Jack, "and now do not be afraid, Gossett; the very first time he offers to strike you when I am not present, I will pay him off for it as soon as you tell me.
It was rarely that he failed either to slice or pull his ball. His progress from hole to hole was generally a majestic zigzag. Gossett's drive took him well on the way to the green. He holed out in five. Archibald, mournful but not surprised, made his way to the second tee. The second hole was shorter. Gossett won it in three. The third he took in six, the fourth in four.
This lad's name was Gossett. His father was a wealthy yeoman of Lynn, in Norfolk.
This added to his gloom, for the pouch had been given to him by Margaret, and he had always thought it one more proof of the way her nature towered over the natures of other girls that she had not woven a monogram on it in forget-me-nots. This record pouch was missing, and Archibald mourned for the loss. His sorrows were not alleviated by the fact that Gossett won the fifth and sixth holes.
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