urt!" 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:

"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