Hilts: Hold on to yourself, Bartlett. You’re twenty feet short.
Bartlett: What do you mean, twenty feet short?
Hilts: You’re twenty feet short of the woods. The hole is right here in open. The guard is between us and the lights.
Hilts: Hold on to yourself, Bartlett. You’re twenty feet short.
Bartlett: What do you mean, twenty feet short?
Hilts: You’re twenty feet short of the woods. The hole is right here in open. The guard is between us and the lights.