The girls enjoyed every one of them, and so did the boys. The winter was approaching its coldest spell. The Christmas holidays were not far off. Regarding the disputed claim, Mr. Jallow appeared to have matters in his favor. His men continued to cut the choice timber despite the protest of Mr. Ford, who was in despair at his inability to prove what he believed to be his right. Alice Jallow and her friends remained in their winter cabin, but our friends saw little of them. Occasionally the boys met one another, but beyond rather frigid greetings little was said. A big snow storm put an end to ice sports and the boys and girls went in for snowshoes, no one being very expert on them, however. One afternoon, when the boys had gone to town for some supplies, Betty proposed that the girls go for a little tramp. It was not cold, and the snow, with a heavy crust, was just right for the "tennis racquets," as she somewhat gaily dubbed the snowshoes. They walked for several miles, and were about to turn back, when, unexpectedly they came in sight of a little cabin in a snow-filled glade. "I wonder who lives there?" said Amy. "Don't go too close. It may be another bear trap," said Betty with a laugh. "That's no trap!" insisted Grace. "It's a regular cabin. I'm going to look in. Maybe an Indian used to live there, and we can find some relics." The others rather reluctantly followed as Grace advanced. She peered in one of the windows, and, as she uttered a cry the others heard a distinct groan. "What--what's that?" gasped Amy. "Some one is in there! I saw a man lying in a bunk!" exclaimed Grace, moving away. As the girls hesitated, looking at one another with fear-blanched faces, they heard a hollow voice calling: "Help! Help! Get me a doctor!" "Some one is hurt!" cried Betty. "We must see who it is, and help." "But it--it's a man!" gasped Grace. "I saw him!" "Well, a man can need help as well as anyone else," said Mollie, in defense of her chum Betty. "Come--I'm not afraid." Resolutely she went to the front door. It opened at her touch, and the others, standing behind her saw a figure huddled up on a bunk built against the cabin wall. "Oh, thank the dear Lord some one has come!" groaned a man's voice. "Will you please get a doctor or someone. My leg is broken, and I've been without help for two days!" Then his voice trailed off weakly. "He's fainted!" cried Betty, hurrying to his side. CHAPTER XXII THE OLD LUMBERMAN Finding an injured man in a lonely cabin, practically snowed in, was not the only surprise the girls were to receive that day. The other followed quickly on the heels of the first. It was Mollie who "sprung it," as Will said afterward, and even Grace did not rebuke him for his slang. Betty, followed by the others--rather timidly followed, it must be confessed--approached the bunk where the man lay. He had indeed fainted and his face was woefully white. Then Mollie cried out: