"Everybody seems to feel the same way," said the redhead, looking at the
retreating gallery. "All because I slopped that drive! I'll have that
audience back again--see if I don't! And I'll bet you I won't look up on
another shot all day!"
"If ye do," grumbled MacQuarrie, "I'll never play wi'ye again as long as
ye live!"
"That's a promise!" cried Ambrose. "One down, eh? Where do we go from
here?"