"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.
"Are you hurt, Amy?" asked Mollie, when she was left alone outside the trap.
"No, not a bit; only a little scared," replied Amy.