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“Hey, little boy!” said Bill. “Would you like to

have a bag of candy and a nice ride?”

The boy hit Bill directly in the eye with a piece
of rock.

The boy put up a brave fight when we tried
to take him away. But finally, we got him

down in the bottom of the carriage and
drove away.

We took him up to the cave. The boy had

two large bird feathers stuck in his hair. He
pointed a stick at me and said:

“Ha! Paleface, do you dare to enter the camp of Red Chief, the terror of the plains?”

"Red Chief?" I said to the boy, “Would you like to go home?”

“Aw, what for?” said he. “I don’t have any fun at home. I hate to go to school. I like to camp
out. You won’t take me back home again, will you?”

“Not right away,” I said. “We will stay here in the cave for a while.”

“All right!” said he. “That’ll be fine. I have never had so much fun all my life.”

We went to bed at eleven o’clock. Just at daybreak, I was awakened by a series of terrible

screams from Bill. Red Chief was sitting on Bill’s chest, with one hand holding his hair. In the
other, he had a sharp knife.

He was attempting to cut off the top of Bill’s head. I got the knife away from the boy. But,

after that event, Bill’s spirit was broken. He lay down, but he never closed an eye again in
sleep as long as that boy was with us.

I climbed to the top of the mountain over toward Summit. I expected to see the men of the
village searching the countryside. But all was peaceful.

“Perhaps,” I said to myself, “It has not yet been discovered that the wolves have taken the

lamb from the fold.” I went back down the mountain.

When I got to the cave, I found Bill backed up against the side of it. He was breathing hard,
with the boy threatening to strike him with a rock. I took the rock away from the boy and
ended the argument.

“I will fix you,” said the boy to Bill.

“No man ever yet struck the Red Chief without getting paid for it. You better be careful!”

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