"Some drive.

I guess you're going to make good your threat, today, Kate of my heart!" The smile she flashed at him showed that her resentment had, for the moment, been forgotten.
"Come on, Wally, now let's see what _you_ can do," said she, starting off down the slope, while her meek caddy tagged at a respectful distance.
Waldron, thus adjured, teed up and swung at the ball.

But the Scotch had by no means steadied his aim.

He foozled badly and broke his pet driver, into the bargain.

The steel head of it flew farther even than the ball, which moved hardly ten yards.
"Damn!" he muttered, under his breath, choosing another stick and glancing with real irritation at Catherine's lithe, splendidly poised figure already some distance down the slope.
His second stroke was more successful, nearly equalling hers.