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Once Bill and I made a plan to kidnap a child and get a ransom for him. We chose a boy who was ten years old. He was the son of a rich man, Dorset by name. Bill and I were sure that the father was going to pay us a ransom of two thousand dollars.
There was a mountain not far from the town. We found a large cave in it and made it a home for ourselves. One evening we went to Dorset's house, kidnapped the boy and took him to the mountain.
I left Bill and the boy there and went to the town to buy some food. When I came back I saw that Bill and the boy sat near the fire.
"Come to the fire!" the boy shouted, "Red Chief himself welcomes you!"
"We're playing Indian," Bill told me. "He's all right now, but I had a hard time with him when you were away."
We sat down to supper. "Red Chief," said I, "Would you like to go home?"
"What for?" he asked. "I don't have any fun at home. I like it better here. Please don't take me home again."
"Not now," I said, "we'll stay here for some time."
Early next morning somebody's wild screaming woke me up. I jumped up to see what was wrong. Red Chief sat on Bill's back. In his hand he had a large stick.
"Help! He's going to kill me!" Bill shouted.
I took the stick away from the boy and made him lie down again.
Next day when I came back from the town, I saw that Bill stood with his back to the wall. There was a frightened look on his face. The boy stood near with a big stone in his hand. He was going to throw it at Bill.
"He put a hot potato down my back," Bill told me, "and I hit him."
I took the stone away from the boy.
"Now, are you going to be good or not?" I asked him, "if not I'll take you home at once."
"I didn't want to hurt Bill," said the boy. "He hurt himself. I'll be good. Please, don't send me home."
Bill and I got a pen to write a letter. "Let's make the ransom a thousand and a half instead of two thousand," said Bill. "I am afraid that nobody will pay more for such a boy."
When we finished the letter the boy came up to Bill.
"Let's play a new game," he said.
"What should I do?" Bill asked with a frightened look on his face.
"You are the horse," Red Chief told him, "get down on your hands and knees."
"Sam," said Bill, "come back as soon as you can, please. I'm sorry we didn't make the ransom less than a thousand."
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I walked to the town and talked to a few people in the shop. From them I learned that they were all afraid to lose their children and did not let them go for a walk. That was all I wanted to know, so I started on my way back.
When I came to the mountain Bill and the boy were not there. I sat down on a large stone and decided to wait. In about half an hour Bill appeared. He slowly walked out of the forest. Behind him walked Red Chief with a smile on his face. Bill saw me and stopped.
"Sam," he said, "you know, that boy rode me like a horse for many hours. I said: that's enough for me, then I took him by the hand, walked with him down the mountains and showed him the road to the town. Of course, I'm sorry we've lost the ransom but we could not allow the boy to stay with us."
"Bill," I said, "Turn around and look behind you."
Bill turned around and saw the boy. He was so surprised that he sat down on the ground and could not move for five minutes.
That night we received a letter from the boy's father, "Gentlemen, I've received your letter today. I think the ransom that you ask is too big. Think of what I'm going to tell you. Bring Johnny home and pay me two hundred and fifty dollars, and I shall take him back. Dorset."
I made big eyes as I read the letter. I started to say something but I looked at Bill and stopped. He looked very unhappy.
"Sam," he said, "Let us pay two hundred and fifty dollars. We have the money."
"All right," I said, "though I hate to waste the money."
We took the boy home that night. He did not want to go at first. "Listen, Johnny," I told him, "your father has bought a gun for you at home. Don't you want to go and look at it?"
It was just twelve o'clock when we knocked at Dorset's door. Bill gave Dorset two hundred and fifty dollars and we said good-bye to him. When the boy understood that we were going to leave him at home, he began to shout and did not want to let Bill go. His father could hardly pull the boy away.
"How long can you hold him?" Bill asked.
"I am not as strong as before, but I can promise you ten minutes," said Old Dorset.
"Enough," said Bill, and we both ran as fast as our legs could carry us.