Chapter XXIII
Hamel sliced his ball at the ninth, and after waiting for a few minutes patiently, Esther came to help him look for it. He was standing down on the sands, a little apart from the two caddies who were beating out various tufts of long grass. "Where did it go?" she asked. "I have no idea," he admitted. "Why don't you help look for it?" "Searching for balls," he insisted, "is a caddy's occupation. Both the caddies are now busy. Let us sit down here. These sand hummocks are delightful. It is perfectly sheltered, and the sun is in our faces. Golf is an overrated pastime. Let us sit and watch that little streak of blue find its way up between the white posts." She hesitated for a moment. "We shall lose our place." "There is no one behind." She sank on to the little knoll of sand to which
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