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"A golf impostor?" smiled Carter. "I never heard of one. We can get a line on him before he has played five holes." "I don't mean that," growled LaHume. "What I mean is that we don't know anything about this fellow. He comes with no recommendations, and all that sort of thing."
And besides, as I have noted, I enjoyed the companionship of Miss Harding and, of course, that of the others of our little group. I am of the opinion that LaHume followed and spied upon us on the occasion of our second trip, and very likely on the succeeding one. I am sure I saw someone raise his head above a scrubby knoll to the south, and am reasonably certain I recognised LaHume's gray cap.
"I presume it is impossible for him to attend to such duties and remain a gentleman." "Not impossible, but highly improbable," laughed young LaHume, unaware that he was treading on thin ice. "My father made his start in that way, and before he died there were many who called themselves gentlemen who were glad to associate with him," declared Miss Lawrence with a warmth uncommon to her.
"Yes, many a time," said this remarkable "hired man." "I was born hard-by the old town," he added. "Indeed?" sneered LaHume. "What were you while there; caddy or professional?" I thought I detected a flash of anger in the eyes of the young Scotchman, but if offended he controlled himself admirably. Not so with Miss Lawrence, who glared indignantly at LaHume.
I am going to have a talk with him at the first opportunity, and if my suspicion is verified I shall try to find some way to give him a quicker start. I doubt if Bishop is paying him more than twenty dollars a month. As I started to describe, LaHume, Miss Olive Lawrence and I were playing a threesome.
"There he is now, and he's trying to catch your eye." I turned and saw LaHume, who signalled that he wished to speak to me. I saw at a glance that he had been drinking. He shoved a piece of paper into my hands. "There is my resignation from the Woodvale Club," he said, his voice husky, and sullen anger in his dark eyes. LaHume is a handsome fellow, but there is something amiss with him.
Of course I know that her object was to punish LaHume, and she did it most effectively. She pretended to believe that there is some great romance back of Wallace's present status. She pictured him as a Scotch nobleman, or the son of one, I have forgotten which, forced by most interesting circumstances to remain for a while in foreign lands.
I told him what Wallace said when I offered him money. "That's all nonsense," declared Carter. "He can be a professional and return to the amateur ranks after he has gone into some other avocation. That is the rule not only here but in Great Britain. Kirkaldy can now become an amateur, and doubtless will. Get your hat and we'll go over and talk to this chap right now." "How about LaHume?" I asked.
Of course this is not the fault of the elder LaHume, who has since made a fortune in the hotel business. I could see that the shot went home. "I say, Smith, let's play golf and cut out this family history business," protested LaHume, who was fighting angry. "It is your shot, Miss Lawrence." "Don't you think he is handsome, Mr. Smith?" she asked. "Who; Mr. LaHume?"
"If you think I care to have anything further to do with a club which shelters and encourages low adventurers like this fellow Wallace, you do not know Percy LaHume," he declared, working himself into a fury. "And you and Carter are to blame for it," he concluded. "I shall refuse to discuss that with you at this time," I calmly replied and abruptly left him.
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