Chapter 8
"The second factor is the patronymic, my dear Webb" said Dixon, then concentrated, struck, and the ball flew into the air, landing a few inches from the hole."I don't understand" Webb replied with a grimace of disappointment. The two players started towards a bush of bushes nearby.
"He should have stopped here" said Webb, searching through the foliage of the tiny undergrowth. Dixon sneaked chuckled: "Five minutes Webb, not a second more"
"I know the rules" replied Webb, piqued. "Don't put me under pressure. This is also an infringement that provides for penalties''
"Take your time, my good friend" Dixon said spreading his arms, then pulled out a metal flask and swallowed a gulp.
"Here it is" Webb said triumphantly.
"Uhmmm... not a good place for a shot..." Dixon put the fla
