her
watch and chain, which she was struggling to retain. Just as Edgar
turned the corner he struck her on the face, and she fell backward on to
the bank.

Another moment and Edgar was up to them. The tramp turned with a savage
oath. Edgar, who was carrying his riding-whip, struck him with it with
all his strength across the eyes, and the man staggered back with a
shriek of pain. The other stood on the defensive, but he was no match
for Edgar, who was in hard exercise, and in regular practice with the
gloves, and whose blood was thoroughly up. The fight lasted but a
minute, at the end of which time the tramp was lying in the road roaring
for mercy, and shouting to his comrade to come to his assistance.

The latter, however, was stamping with pain, and was still unable to use
his eyes.

Edgar turned to the ladies. "If you will kindly walk on to the town," he
said, "and send the first man you meet here to me, I will take care of
these two fellows until he arrives, and then we will hand them over to
the police. Do not be alarmed," he went on, seeing that they hesitated,
"I think they have had enough of it."

[Illustration: "EDGAR STRUCK HIM WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH."]

The ladies hurried off, and before going many hundred yards came upon
three infantry men, who, when they heard what had happened, set off at a
run to Edgar's assistance. They arrived just in time. The man on the
ground had recovered his feet, and he and his companion had attacked
Edgar with fury, and it needed all the latter's skill and activity to
defend himself. As soon as the soldiers arrived upon the scene the
combat ceased. As a measure of precaution the tramps were first knocked
down; they were then dragged on to their feet and conducted by their
captors into Aldershot, where they were lodged at the police station.
They were followed by the two ladies, who after sending on the
soldiers had waited until their return with the tramps. They waited
outside the police station until a constable came out and asked them to
sign the charge sheet, which they did. Edgar now looked at them fairly
for the first time, and recognized one of them as being the wife of the
major of his corps.

"You belong to my husband's regiment," she said as they came out from
the police station. "What is your name?"

"Smith, madam. I am a trumpeter in D troop."

"Oh, yes! I remember your face now. I have often seen you in the cricket
field. Miss Pearson and myself are greatly in