rank having called for him.

As for the girls, there were many details yet to be settled, even though
the matter of food and clothing had been decided, in a measure.

In the days that followed Mr. Ford reported that he had succeeded in
getting Ted Franklin and his wife to go to the lumber camp, to live in
one of the cabins and assume charge as care-takers.

"They'll have a cabin all ready for you girls," the lawyer had said to
his daughter. "It will be near theirs, and if Will and the boys want to
go up for week-ends, there is a cabin they can use."

"But, Daddy, tell Will not to bother us. He's sure to play some kind of
tricks."

"Oh, I guess you girls can look after yourselves. Now, about getting
yourselves and your things up there----"

"We've arranged about ourselves," said Grace. "We're going in the ice
boat up the river. But our trunks----"

"I'll have them shipped. I have also sent an order to the storekeeper
there to supply the cabin with stock provisions. The others you can buy
as you need them. Now I guess that's all."

"Is Mr. Jallow cutting any more trees?"

"Yes, and I haven't succeeded in stopping him. There may be trouble--of
a legal kind only," he hastened to assure his daughter, who looked
alarmed. "Don't worry. Only if you should happen to run across that
Paddy Malone up there--that old lumberman--hold on to him, or at least
get him to communicate with me. With his testimony I can beat this
Jallow."

"I hope we can find him," observed Grace.

There were seemingly a hundred and one things to do before starting off
for camp, but somehow they got done. Betty was very busy, for though
Grace had initiated the idea of the camp, the Little Captain naturally
assumed the leadership, as she generally did.

The girls had two or three rides in the ice boat, and liked the
experience very much. It was a novel sensation gliding over the frozen
surface before a stiff wind. And really the boys managed the _Spider_
very well. In spite of the protest of the girls, they refused to change
the name, even ignoring the compromise of _Cobweb_, which Grace declared
quite poetical.

The day set for the start brought disappointment, for the wind blew in
exactly the opposite direction desired, and, after waiting until late
afternoon for a change, the trip was given up.

But in the night it grew colder, which was good for the condition of the
ice, and the wind shifted. It blew straight up the river toward the
dist