“She isn’t bad,” said Carrie, forgetting her fear in her indignation. “She’s good. You are bad.”
“Hush, Carrie!” said Julius, who foresaw that it would not be prudent to provoke the savage.
“You come, too,” said the Indian to Julius. “What for you steal little girl?”
Julius felt that he might with great propriety have put this question to his companion, but he forebore. He was trying to think of some way of escape.
The Indian plunged into the thick wood, holding Carrie by the hand. Julius followed close after him.
“So it seems,” he said to himself, “instead of recovering Carrie I am caught myself. I wish Mr. Taylor and Abner would come along. We should be too much for the Indian, then.”{186}
This gave him an idea. He took a piece of paper quietly from his pocket, and wrote on it:
“I am with Carrie and the Indian. He is leading us into the middle of the wood. I will drop pieces of paper here and there on the way.
Julius.”
This he dropped casually in the path, without the knowledge of the Indian.