Several cakes of it had been carried off from the Pawnee village, and Dick usually carried one in the breast of his coat.

Besides these things, he found that the little Bible, for which his mother had made a small inside breast-pocket, was safe.
Dick's heart smote him when he took it out and undid the clasp, for he had not looked at it until that day.

It was firmly bound with a brass clasp, so that, although the binding and the edges of the leaves were soaked, the inside was quite dry.

On opening the book to see if it had been damaged, a small paper fell out.

Picking it up quickly, he unfolded it, and read, in his mother's handwriting: "_Call upon me in the time of trouble; and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.