"Let's walk over that way, and perhaps we'll meet her," suggested Anne.
"Now that we've started, I hate to turn back. If we don't see her to-day,
we'll keep on putting it off and end up by not seeing her at all."

"That's true," Grace agreed.

The two girls strolled along in the direction of Upton Wood, thoroughly
enjoying their walk. Occasionally, they stopped to gather a few wild
flowers, or listen to the joyous trill of a bird. They were at the edge of
the wood, when Grace suddenly put up her hand.

"Hush!" she said. "I hear voices."

Just then the cry Help! Help! rang out.

"That's Miriam's voice," cried Grace.

Glancing quickly about for a weapon, Grace picked up a good-sized stick
she found on the ground, and ran in the direction of the sound, Anne at
her heels.

Miriam was struggling desperately to free herself from the grasp of a
rough, unkempt fellow who had her by the arm and was trying to abstract
the little gold watch that she wore fastened to her shirtwaist with a
chatelaine pin.

The tramp stood with his back to the approaching girls. Before he was
aware of their presence, Grace brought her stick down on his head with all
the force she had in her strong, young arms.

With a howl of pain he released Miriam, whirling on his assailant. Grace
hit him again, the force of her second blow knocking him over.

Before the man could regain his feet the three girls were off through the
wood. They ran without looking back until fairly out in the open field.

"I don't see him," panted Grace, halting to get her breath. "I guess he's
gone."

Anne was pale and trembling. The run out of the woods had been almost too
much for her. As for Miriam, she was sobbing quite hysterically.

"Don't cry, Miriam," soothed Grace, putting her arm around the frightened
girl. "He can't hurt you now. I am so glad that we happened along. You
ought never to go into Upton Wood alone, you know."

Miriam gradually gained control of herself. Wiping her eyes, she asked,
"How did you ever happen to be out here just at the time I needed help?"

"To tell the truth, we were hunting for you," Grace replied. "Your maid
said that you had gone toward Upton Wood. We walked on, expecting every
minute to meet you. Then we heard you scream and that's all."

"It's not all," said Miriam quickly. "I know I have been a wretch. I have
made things unpleasant for you two girls ever since we started in at High
School. I made fun of Anne, and tried to