I had to creep on my hands and knees through the briars and undergrowth to reach the place where she was, which was a clear space in the midst of the tangle.
As soon as she saw me she left off yelping and waited for me with an air of expectancy, as though she knew that I would soon put an end to her discomfort.
But alas for the poor thing's faith in me, I saw when I came up to her that her foot was caught in a trap, a horrible iron-toothed thing, the like of which I had never seen before.

It must have rusted there from the old days till my poor dog by some accident had released it.

I saw that there were bones by it--the bones of some poor wild creature, doubtless, who had perished in it, and the bones had no doubt acted as a warning to the others.
As I knelt down Dido licked my face frantically, being quite sure I was going to release her.

But that was not so easy.

Pull as I would I could not bring the teeth of the trap apart.
"I shall have to go for help, Dido," I said, after a few minutes, trusting to her sense to understand.