Thirty-two to thirty-three." Then the group became silent again.

Whipple addressed his ball.

It was yet possible to tie the score.

His face was pale, and for the first time during the tournament he felt nervous.

A better player could scarce have missed the hole from Whipple's lie, but for once that youth's nerve forsook him and he hit too short; the ball stopped a foot from the hole.
The game was decided.