“What would you do if you met a lion?” asked Carrie, anxiously.
“There are no lions here.”
“The Indian said so. He said they would eat me if I ran away.”
“That was only to frighten you, and prevent your escaping.”
“Then are there no lions?”
“No, Carrie. The Indian is the worst lion there is in the woods.”
“Let us go home quick, Julius,” said Carrie, clasping his hand tighter in her fear.
“Yes, Carrie; we will keep on as fast as we can. We will go straight. If we keep on far enough, I am sure we must get out of the woods. But I am afraid you will get tired.”
“No, Julius. I want to go home.”
So they kept on, Julius looking anxiously about him and behind him, fearing that the Indian might have waked up, and even now be in pursuit of his little captive.{183}