"Well, that was a spirit manifestation of Izaak Walton. It was jealous
of my success and took that revenge. It was the spirit of the old
fisherman himself."

"Good land ob massy!" gasped Shag. "Does yo' - does yo' mean a - ghost?"

"You might call it that, Shag. Yes, a ghost."

The colored man looked frightened for a moment, and then a broad grin
spread over his face.

"Well, sah, Colonel," he began, deferentially,"maybe yo' kin call it dat,
but hit looks t' me mo' laik one ob dem li'l white balls de gen'mens an'
ladies done knock aroun' wif iron-headed clubs. Dat's whut it looks
laik t' me, sah, Colonel," and Shag picked up a golf ball from the water,
where it floated.

"By Jove!" exclaimed the fisherman. "If it was that - "

His indignant protest was interrupted by the appearance, breaking through
the underbrush on the edge of the stream, of two men, each one carrying
a bag of golf clubs.

"Did you - " began one, and then, as he caught sight of Shag holding up
in his black fingers the white ball, there was added:

"I see you did! Thank you. You were right, Tom. I did go into the
water. I sliced worse than I thought."

Then the two men seemed, for the first time, to have caught sight of