And there he stood, with the crotch of his cue resting against his disk while the ship rose slowly up, sank slowly down, rose again, sank again.

She never seemed to rise to suit him exactly.

She started up once more; and when she was nearly ready for the turn, he let drive and landed his disk just within the left-hand end of the 10.
(Applause).

The umpire proclaimed "a good 10," and the game-keeper set it down.

I played: my disk grazed the edge of Mr.Thomas's disk, and went out of the diagram.