But, at last, we got him down in the bottom of the carriage and drove away. That boy put up a fight like a wild animal. The boy hits Bill directly in the eye with a piece of rock.
"Hey little boy!" says Bill, "would you like to have a bag of candy and a nice ride?" The boy was in the street, throwing rocks at a cat on the opposite fence. One night, we drove a horse and carriage past old Dorset's house. There was an opening on the back of the mountain. But wait till I tell you.Ībout two miles from Summit was a little mountain, covered with cedar trees. Bill and I thought that Ebenezer would pay a ransom of two thousand dollars to get his boy back. We chose for our victim - the only child of an influential citizen named Ebenezer Dorset. We needed just two thousand dollars more for an illegal land deal in Illinois. Bill and I had about six hundred dollars.
There was a town down there, as flat as a pancake, and called Summit. We were down south, in Alabama – Bill Driscoll and myself – when this kidnapping idea struck us. We present the short story "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Now, the VOA Special English program, AMERICAN STORIES.
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