"I guess it isn't all on their side," spoke Kittie, who could be fair. "Besides, there's no policeman here."
"Then I'm going to tell father. I don't believe that bear trap is on the Ford land. They are trying to claim everything. I'm just going to tell father, or Hank Smither. He'll make 'em let Jake and Sam alone."
"Oh, I guess Jake and Sam can look after themselves," said Kittie, calmly. "Only I don't like to see a clash. It makes me nervous. I don't believe it will amount to so very much, though."
The two tramped on, and, as luck would have it, they overtook Betty and her chums, hurrying on to the cabin with Amy. Our friends turning, saw their rivals, and then became aware that their boys were not in sight.
"I wonder where they can be?" asked Mollie. "Did you see Frank, Will and Allen?" she asked of Kittie, ignoring Alice.
"They're back there—fighting," replied Kittie, breathlessly.
"Fighting!" cried Grace. "And Will promised he wouldn't! Oh! girls, I must stop him at once!"
She was about to run back in the direction she had come, when a man, driving a sled containing a bulky object, called to the girls:
"Say, where can I find a Mr. Will Ford around here?"
"Why—why, that's my brother!" exclaimed Grace in surprise. "What is it, please?"