We were down South, in Alabama-Bill Driscoll and myself-when this kidnapping idea struck us.
Hey how about we kidnap Dorset's son so we can get 2000 dollars.
Let's do it!
We selected for our victim the only child of a prominent citizen Ebenezer Dorset.
One evening after sundown, we drove in a buggy past old Dorest's house. The kid was in the street, throwing rocks at a kitten on the opposite fence.
Hey kid want some candy?
When we got to the cave we ate some dinner and all he did was talk.
I like this fine. I never camped out before; but I had a pet possum once, and I was nine last birthday. I hate to go to school..
Just at daybreak, I was awakened by a series of awful screams from Bill. Red Chief was sitting on Bill's chest, the one hand twisted in Bill's hair. In he other he had sharp case knife we used for slicing bacon.
After I got back from checking the town, I found Bill backed up against the cave and the boy threatening to smash him with a rock.