"The rule is perfectly clear."
"But you had lost the match already by not playing within five
minutes," said Ralph, vehemently.
"It was not my turn to play. You were farther from the pin."
"Well, play now. Go on! Let's see you make your shot."
"There is no necessity," said Arthur, frigidly. "Why should I play when
you have already disqualified yourself?"
"I claim a draw!"
"I deny the claim."
"I appeal to the judges."
"Very well. We will leave it to the judges."
I consulted with Rupert Bailey. It seemed to me that Arthur Jukes was
entitled to the verdict. Rupert, who, though an amiable and delightful
companion, had always been one of Nature's fat-heads, could not see it.
We had to go back to our principals and announce that we had been
unable to agree.
"This is ridiculous," said Ralph Bingham. "We ought to have had a third
judge."
At this moment, who should come out of the hotel but Amanda Trivett! A
veritable goddess from the machine.
"It seems to me," I said, "that you would both be well advised to leave
the decision to Miss Trivett.
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