Spirit of the links

GOLFERS IN MEXICO
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get them through in time. Hundreds of pounds
were to be picked up at San Pedro, and they would
not be there to pick them up as they had intended.
The prizes would have been a gift for them, and
either "Andra " or Rowland Jones would have
become an open champion of sorts at last. When
these thoughts had chased each other through the
minds of the great British quartette for half an
hour, someone got up aloft, and, like the widow
Twankey—or Sister Anne was it?—in the panto-
mime, said that he thought he saw something
coming. Immediately afterwards he confessed he
was mistaken, but he had scarcely admitted the
mistake when the original statement was renewed
with vigour. There
was
something, and eventually
it was made out as a railway train. The four great
British golfers were saved for Mexico, and they
would yet win championships and dollars—at least
they might do, as they might now prefer to put it.
It seemed that after the train had parted company
with its last carriage, in about a quarter of an hour
somebody in the moving section happened to notice
the circumstance, and remarked that it was rather
curious that a carriage should be left down the
line in that manner, and that there should be no
fuss made. The matter being reported to the
officials on the train they decided to put back and
see if they could find the carriage containing, among
others, the party of four great British golfers. As we
have already seen, they did so. Then the whole
train moved on again towards Mexico, and " Andra "
went to sleep in his berth dreaming, perhaps, of the
old course at home and of his doing the home hole
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