Mollie and Grace, who had clung to each other spasmodically, now separated. Grace, even in this moment sought her sweater pocket, where, as might be supposed, she carried some of her seemingly never-failing chocolates. "What--what must we do?" asked Mollie, who looked to Betty to answer this question. It was curious how even Mollie, used as she was to thinking for herself, turned to the Little Captain now. "Get her out, of course. If we can't do it, we must go for help. But we must get her out!" Thus spoke Betty promptly. "Is--is she really in there?" asked Grace, as though she hardly believed it. Grace had a habit of saying surprising things when least expected. "Yes, I am in here! Oh, don't go away and leave me!" begged the imprisoned one, sobbing hysterically. "I shall die if you do!" "That's all right, Amy dear," answered Betty soothingly. "We won't leave you. Or, at least some one will stay with you. But perhaps you can find a way out yourself. Look and see, dear." But it was only too evident that the bear trap was made to hold whatever unfortunate animal or human being got into it. The affair was like a small log cabin, the whole front consisting of a heavy planked sliding door, dropping down from above in grooves. The back of the trap was against a great slab of rock, and the sides and roofs were made of heavy logs, notched together at the ends, and spiked. While there were chinks and crevices between the logs they were not large enough for even a cat to get through. The girls, as far as they could see, could find no way for Amy to get out unless the heavy door was raised, and this they did not believe they could accomplish. "Can you see a way out, Amy?" asked Betty. "Look carefully, my dear." They could hear Amy moving about in the trap, and presently her voice came falteringly out through the chinks: "No, there's no way out that I see. Can't you raise the door?" "We'll try!" called Mollie. But the trouble was that there was no way of getting a hold on the smooth planks. "We must go for help!" decided Betty after a few ineffectual attempts. "There is no use wasting time here." "Oh, don't leave me!" cried Amy. "I can't stand it to be here alone!" "Listen," said Betty. "Grace and I will go for help. It needs a man's strength to raise this door. Mollie will stay and keep you company, Amy. Grace and I will go to where the lumbermen are fishing. That is the nearest place, and the boys may be there also. We'll be as quick as we can." "Please do!" urged Amy. "Oh, how silly of me to get caught like this!" "You couldn't help it," said Betty. "Come on, Grace." They started off over the snow, heading in as straight a line as possible for the river. They knew they were near the place where they had seen the fishing lumbermen, and they hoped to meet some of them there now. The boys had said they were going there to learn the trick of getting pickerel through the ice.