"The jig is up, Jim!" cried Paddy. "I told you I'd get even with you!"
Mr. Jallow said not another word. He was beaten at every point, and he knew it. His men crowded up around him.
"Shall we go on cutting?" asked the foreman.
Mr. Jallow hesitated a moment.
"No," he said, in a low voice. "Better stop—I guess."
"I may want you men to work for me," put in Mr. Ford. "I intend to go on cutting this tract, as soon as the court formalities are over. If you like you may remain in camp until it is time to go to work again. I'll hire you."
A cheer greeted this announcement. The men had looked rather blank at losing their work in the middle of winter.
"Well, it's all over," said Grace, as the sled turned homeward. "And it wasn't so terrible; was it, Amy?"
"No, indeed. Oh, I'm so glad your father has won, dear."
"I guess we all are," spoke Betty. "Now we can enjoy the rest of our stay in camp without having to worry, and we can go where we please. Can you stay, Mr. Blackford?"