There were sleigh-rides, coasting, skating occasionally, and some more ice boating, though, because of considerable snow, the latter sport was rather curtailed.
Occasionally Mr. Blackford came out for a day or so, but he had no good news regarding his missing sister. He had followed several clues unsuccessfully.
"But somehow, in spite of all my disappointments, I feel that I will be successful before long," he affirmed.
"We hope so," replied Amy, gently, and the others echoed her words.
Then came a day when Paddy could limp about. He was a happy man, and, in answer to a telegram sent him with this news, Mr. Ford returned word that he would come up and assist at the "last act in the lumber play," as Will called it.
Accompanied by a court officer, and with Allen Washburn as consulting attorney, Grace's father reached the camp one evening.
"Do you think you can stand it to face Jallow to-morrow, Paddy?" he asked.
"I'm sure I can. I'm thinkin' he won't face me, though."
"Maybe not. We'll see. Well, we'll go over and take possession of the disputed strip in the morning."
The court officer and Allen nodded.