Seeing her chums thus in favor Grace capitulated. "All right," she said. "We'll go, with you boys." "And you needn't think you are doing us a favor, either!" asserted Will a bit truculently. "We can get other girls. There is Kittie Rossmore, Alice----" "Stop it!" commanded Grace, and Will subsided. He knew better than to keep on in that strain. "The boat is a dandy, though," he went on. "We can pile the cockpit full of fur robes, and when the wind is right we can scoot up the lake to beat the band!" "Such slang!" cried Grace. "Well, I only meant hat band--or rubber band. That isn't slang." And so it was decided. Will went on to describe the boat from the rudder and runners, to the sails and tackle, most of it being as Greek to the girls. But they made up their minds to soon learn how to run a craft on the ice. "And if things go right I'll soon have a better one than the _Spider_," declared Will, as he prepared to take his leave. "You mean you are going to buy another?" asked Grace. "No, not buy--make one--and it will be a surprise, too, let me tell you!" "How?" asked Betty, interested. "Oh, you'll see when the time comes. It's a secret." This naturally roused the curiosity of the girls, but Will, having accomplished his purpose in doing that, refused to talk further and left in a hurry, Frank 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.