“Hello!” said Patsy to himself. “I have heard of these women athletes among the swells, but this is the first one I ever saw.” In the meantime, the young woman was dancing up, letting out a blow, dancing away again to come back with another blow. Some of these blows landed on Patsy’s shoulder and chest, blows which the young fellow cared nothing for. But some of them came too close to his eyes and mouth to be comfortable. Patsy hardly knew how to deal with this assailant. While boxing with the young man, he had warded off a number of the blows of the young woman, and, though opportunity was given him, he had returned none, nor had he even attempted to. He could not bring himself to fight a woman, however annoying and irritating she might be. In the meantime, Chick had stolen down on the other side of the street, and, perceiving the curious fight in which Patsy was engaged, was doubled up with laughter. His quick eye had shown him that Patsy was in no need of help so far as the young man was concerned, and he believed that, as energetic as the young woman might be, Patsy could find a way to evade her. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be free to follow the young woman were the two to escape Patsy. This curious fight went on in that quiet street for some little time, little or no noise being made, since the combatants did not speak. At length Patsy, having become tired of the game, devoted himself wholly to the young man without regard to the young woman. Finally, he got in a blow on the young man that sent him down to the pavement. Turning to the young woman as she came up to him, he caught her by the wrists, and, holding her fast, said: “It’s about time you stopped this.” The young woman struggled to release herself, and found that she was as a mere child in the grasp of the athletic and trained young detective. It seemed as if she was more angry in finding herself so helpless in his grasp than she had been before. She said: “Release me. I command you. I’ll have you punished.” Patsy merely laughed in her face, and, having shown her how helpless she was, threw off her hands, saying: “You can fight very well, my lady, so long as nobody fights back. Now don’t try any more of it again, if you please.” The woman’s anger was too great for her to speak. Suddenly she turned on the young man, who was still lying as he fell, and hissed out: “Get up, you coward! Do you leave me to be so insulted here?” But the young man made no reply, and Patsy said: “I must have hit him too hard.” Disregarding the young woman, he went to the young man and bent over him. He was unconscious. After trying to lift him to his feet, Patsy said to the young woman: “I cracked him harder than I thought, or else his head hit the pavement when he fell. I’ll take him to the drug store around the corner.” The young woman, forgetting her anger, went hurriedly to the young man. Bending over him, she first felt his pulse and then his heart.