But as they came around the edge of a long line
of eucalyptus trees near the teeing ground, a warning voice
suddenly called out:
"Fore!"
Condy and Blix looked up sharply, and there in a group not twenty
feet away, in tweeds and "knickers," in smart, short golfing
skirts and plaid cloaks, they saw young Sargeant and his sister,
two other girls whom they knew as members of the fashionable
"set," and Jack Carter in the act of swinging his driving iron.
Chapter XI
As the clock in the library of the club struck midnight, Condy
laid down his pen, shoved the closely written sheets of paper from
him, and leaned back in his chair, his fingers to his tired eyes.
He was sitting at a desk in one of the further corners of the room
and shut off by a great Japanese screen. He was in his shirt-
sleeves, his hair was tumbled, his fingers ink-stained, and his
face a little pale.
Since late in the evening he had been steadily writing. Three
chapters of "In Defiance of Authority" were done, and he was now
at work on the fourth. The day after the excursion to the
Presidio--that wonderful event which seemed to Condy to mark the
birthday of some new man within him--the idea had suddenly
occurred to him that Captain Jack's story of the club of the
exiles, the boom restaurant, and the filibustering expedition was
precisely the novel of adventure of which the Centennial Company
had spoken. At once he had set to work upon it, with an
enthusiasm that, with shut teeth, he declared would not be lacking
in energy.
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