Two aged golfers, bunting their balls in a hollow of the course of the St. Louis Country Club, were startled by the sudden apparition of a figure on a distant hill. Cut against the sky, there was nothing in the silhouette (it was that of a lean youth in golf clothes, carrying a club in his hand) that would itself have caused alarm. But instead of the measured stride of the golfer, this youth employed a furious, irregular lope. Suddenly, without a waggle, in a pause that hardly broke his stride, his club described...
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