"Are you hurt, Amy?" asked Mollie, when she was left alone outside the trap. "No, not a bit; only a little scared," replied Amy. "Well, you'll get over that. How did it happen? Was the trap baited?" As Mollie asked this she thought of the possibility of the bear, for which the trap evidently had been set, coming along. In that case her position would be worse than that of Amy's who was effectually protected. "I'd be glad to be in the trap then myself," thought Mollie. "No, I don't see any signs of bait," said Amy, looking about. "Then what made the door fall down?" "It seems to have been propped up with a stick," went on Amy. "When I walked in, so foolishly, I must have knocked the stick down, and the door fell. The prop is here. Oh, I'll never be so curious again!" The two girls talked to each other to keep up their spirits, and wondered how long Betty and Grace would be. Meanwhile the two latter were having no easy time. They got into deep drifts, and stumbled out again, tiring themselves greatly in the process. Then they got off the trail, and wandered into the back country. It was not until they got on a high bluff, and saw the river below them, that they realized their mistake. Then came a hard scramble down a snowy hill, but at length they were on the frozen river, and headed for the place where the fishing was going on. "We are surely living up to our reputation as outdoor girls," panted Betty as she walked along beside Grace. "Yes--all but Amy. She is strictly in-doors now." "Poor child! She does seem to have the most trouble!" "Well, maybe it will soon be happily over." "I hope so!" Neither of them realized how soon the fates were to be kind to Amy in a most peculiar manner. "There are the fishermen!" exclaimed Betty a little later, as they made a turn in the river, and saw several men on the ice. "Yes, and the boys are with them. Oh, let's hurry!" "I can't go a bit faster," said Betty. "You're a better walker than I, Grace." "Oh, no, only I'm not quite so stout--that's all." "Stout is very kind of you to say. I'm afraid I'm getting positively--fleshy, Grace." "Nonsense! You're fine!" "What's the trouble?" cried Will, running forward as he saw his sister and Betty approaching. "Has anything happened?" "Yes--yes," faltered Grace. "Poor Amy----" "Is--is she----" began Allen, as he joined his chum. "It's nothing at all!" said Betty, quickly, seeing that Grace, in her nervousness, might give them a scare. "She is caught in a bear trap, that's all, and we want you to help get her out." "A bear trap!" cried Will. "One of those spring ones--with heavy jaws?" "No, a sort of box trap," explained Betty. "We can't raise the door." "By hemlock!" exclaimed one of the lumbermen who overheard the talk. "It must be the trap I set for that young fellow over at the Jallow cabin." "Did you set one for him?" asked Will, quickly.