full of fidgets when Jay had met Metten in the office and forgotten his name. Jay had not yet progressed to the point where he felt fidgets over Metten; but he was on the way. Here he was, enduring the man's boastings and foozlings with a tolerance which consisted, in part at least, of prospect of future favor from Phil Metten; here he was, partnered with Metten in a game, for business advantage.
He colored slowly as he considered it and replied to Ramsey, frankly:"Metten's a big buyer from my father's firm."
"Oh," said Ramsey, preparing to play his ball. "Then you can charge it to the firm."
Jay turned, thoughtfully, and watched his partner emerge from the wood, hot and disheveled, pecking at a ball with dirt and divots flying. Phil dubbed on and on, bunkered and out of bounds in the very depths of despond. The hotter and more humiliated he got, the worse he played; but Ramsey and Harris had a certain mercy and when Rountree and Metten had any chance at winning or halving, their opponents yielded; yet the score at the eighteenth was appalling.
Phil demanded the right to liquidate both his own and his partner's losses, but Jay paid his money before Phil made out a check. Momentarily, Jay felt sick—suppose he received no response to a wire to Chicago!
His opponents noticed nothing of this reaction, after he had paid; they supposed he merely would charge it to entertaining and, in any case, that expenses were no problem to him; but Phil, in this matter, was more perceptive and he bobbed up a bit from the very bottom of his hu-
