"Why it's that man--the one who rescued us from the ice floe. It's the kind lumberman!" The others stared at her for a moment, and then looked at the burly form amid the rough blankets. A light broke over Betty's face. "It _is_ the same one!" she cried. "Oh, girls, here is a chance for us to repay him for what he did for us!" "But what--what can we do?" asked Grace. "We can't fix his broken leg!" "No, but we can get him something to eat--some hot coffee, and revive him. Then we can go for help!" exclaimed practical Betty. "Now, girls, the first thing to do is to build a fire, and heat some water. The doctor will want that when he comes. We'll make some coffee, too. Then we'll see what is next to be done." The outdoor girls were used to doing things for themselves. They had not lived in their cabin a month, building fires, getting their own meals and doing practically all the hard work, for nothing. They knew how to proceed, now that there was need of haste. Betty, looking among the stores in the cupboard, found a bottle of strong ammonia. This she carefully brought to the man's nostrils. His breathing became quicker, and soon he opened his eyes. Wonderingly he stared about him. "What--what happened? Who are you--girls? Oh, I guess I must have keeled over. Mighty foolish of me. Oh, my leg!" A spasm of pain shot over his face. "Lie still," said Betty soothingly. "We will send for help. Here, drink this," and she held some water to his lips. He supported himself on his elbow, and drank greedily. "First I had in a long time," he apologized huskily. Mollie and Grace were making the fire, while Amy was washing out the pot, and putting some ground coffee in it. The stove was blazing well, and the kettle was put on to boil. The man drank some more water and seemed better. "I slipped and fell coming home the other day," he explained. "I didn't think it was much more than a sprain at first, but the next morning I couldn't walk, and I knew my leg was broken. Then come this last big storm, and nobody passed here. I yelled for help until I was hoarse, but it did no good. I had about given up when you girls came along. I haven't been able to even crawl, the pain was so bad. I just had to keep covered up to prevent freezing." "You'll soon be all right," said Betty soothingly. "We are making coffee." "Yes, I can smell it. It's mighty good of you girls." "You know who we are; don't you?" asked Mollie. "I can't say as I do. The light ain't very good in here." "Don't you remember the girls who were stranded in the ice boat; and how you pulled us to shore?" "Oh, are you those girls? Well, land be!" "Here is some coffee," said Betty, pouring out a fragrant cup. "I couldn't find any milk, though."