“I don’t want to stay with you. Take me home.”
“No take home,” said the Indian; but he put her down, tired perhaps with carrying her.
Carrie looked about her bewildered. All about her were thick woods, and she could not see her way out. She did not know in what direction lay the home to which she was so anxious to return, but she thought it might be in the direction from which they had come. She started to run, but in an instant the Indian was at her side. He seized her hand in his firm grasp, and frowned upon her.
“Where go?” he asked.
“Home to my mamma.”
“No go,” said he, shaking his head.
“Why did you take me away from my mamma?” asked the poor child.
“Bad woman! No give poor Indian money,” responded the savage.
“Take me home, and she will give you money,” urged the child.
“Not now. Did not give before. Too late,” responded John.