"I never use it. I like it black. You can sweeten it with molasses. You'll find some in that jug," and he indicated it. "Well, well, to think you're those girls!" he murmured as he sipped the hot beverage. Every moment he seemed to be stronger, though his pain in his leg made him wince every now and then. "We must get a doctor for you--or send the boys," spoke Betty. "Won't you tell us who you are? So we will know how to tell the physician." The man hesitated a moment, and looked sharply at the girls. "I didn't aim to tell my name," he said slowly. "I didn't want it known that I had come back. But I can't see that there's any harm in telling you girls. You won't know my story, and I guess the doctor won't either. I'm Paddy Malone!" Grace started. The name stirred half-forgotten memories. "What!" she cried. "Paddy Malone, who used to work for Mr. Ford?" It was the turn of the lumberman to start. "Mr. Ford!" he exclaimed. "Do you know Mr. Ford?" "I am his daughter," said Grace simply, "and he has been looking all over for you. He has had trouble about a lumber tract and he thinks you could straighten it out for him, and prove his claim. Are you really that Paddy Malone?" "I am," said the man humbly, "and this is a judgment on me--a judgment on me! To think that James Ford's daughter should help me. Well, well! Yes, I am that Paddy Malone," he went on in louder tones, "and I can prove your father's claim. I'm through with that Jallow crowd, now. Through with 'em! Get a doctor, girls, if you can, and I'll tell everything when I'm fixed up. I'll prove James Ford's lumber claim for him, and show those swindlers that they can't fool Paddy Malone! I'll show 'em!" He sank back on his pillow exhausted, while Betty made haste to bring more coffee. CHAPTER XXIII REVELATIONS "And to think that we found Paddy Malone!" exclaimed Mollie. "Yes, but he first found us--only we didn't know it," answered Grace. They were gliding along on their snowshoes from the lonely cabin where they discovered the injured lumberman. Betty and Amy had volunteered to stay while the other girls went for the nearest doctor. There was one living half-way between the winter camp and the town. "Papa will be so glad!" Grace went on. "I must telegraph to him right away." "One of the boys can take in the message," suggested Mollie. "Then we can go back and hear the rest of the story. It sounds, from what Paddy Malone said, as if that Mr. Jallow had been up to some unfair tricks." "I shouldn't wonder," agreed Grace. "Oh, what a lot of things have happened up here!" "And more are going to, if I'm any judge. Your father will get his timber land back." "Oh, how glad I'll be!" The girls hurried on, hoping they would find the boys in their cabin. There was some doubt of this, but they were reasonably certain of locating Mr. Franklin, who would go for a doctor for the injured man.