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news shouted to them by their father.

Ruth cried on her sister's shoulder. She could not help it. Perhaps
Alice felt like crying, too, so great was the relief; but she was of a
different temperament. She laughed hysterically.

"Is Mr. Pertell there?" called Russ, getting down close to the hole he
and Paul had made in the ice barrier to enable his voice to carry
better. "Is he there, Mr. DeVere?"

"Yes, he's there, and I guess the whole company."

"Has he the camera?"

"That's what he has, Russ."

"Good! Tell him to get a moving picture of the rescue. We can fix up a
story to go with it."

"I will, Russ!" exclaimed the actor.

Then, as those within the ice cave waited, they faintly heard other
voices outside, and a little later the sound of axes vigorously applied
told that the ice which had imprisoned them was being chopped away.

Fast and furiously the rescuers worked. The ice flew about in a
sparkling spray as the keen weapons bit deep into it, and the hole grew
larger and larger.

Meanwhile Mr. Pertell was operating the moving picture camera, getting
view after view of the rescue. There were enough helpers so that his aid
was not needed in chopping the ice.

"There she goes!" cried Mr. Macksey, as his axe went through an opening
and into the cave. "I've made the hole!" and he capered about like a
boy, so delighted was he that he had been the first to bring aid to the
imprisoned ones.

"Oh, now we can get out!" cried Ruth, as she saw the head of the axe
come through.

"As if there had ever been any doubt of it," laughed Alice. She could
laugh now, but even with all her gay spirits, there had been a time, not
many minutes back, when it was quite a different story.

The hole once made, was soon enlarged, and then, when it was of
sufficient size to enable a person to crawl through, Russ shouted to
the rescuers;

"That'll do! Don't chop any more! We can wriggle out."

"Surely, yes," agreed Ruth, as the young moving picture operator looked
to her for confirmation. "I'm not a bit fussy," she added. "I've done
harder things than crawl on my hands and knees out of an ice cave."

"Don't chop any more!" called Paul, for Russ was leading Ruth to the
opening.

"Come ahead!" called Mr. DeVere, and a moment later he was holding his
daughter in his arms. Alice soon followed, and she too was clasped
tightly.

"Hurray!" cried Mr. Switzer, as Russ and Paul emerged from their strange
prison. "Dis is der bes