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After eating, the boy took a leather object with strings tied around it from his clothes and

          went outside the cave unwinding it. Then we heard a kind of shout. It was Red Chief holding
          a sling in one hand. He moved it faster and faster around his head.

          Just then, I heard a heavy sound and a deep breath from Bill. A rock, the size of an egg had hit

          him just behind his left ear. Bill fell in the fire across the frying pan of hot water for washing
          the dishes. I pulled him out and poured cold water on his head for half an hour. Then I went
          out and caught that boy and shook him.

          “If your behaviour doesn’t improve,” I

          said, “I will take you straight home. Now,
          are you going to be good, or not?”

          “I was doing it for fun,” he said. “I didn’t
          mean to hurt old Hank. But what did he

          hit me for? I will behave well if you don’t
          send me home.”

          “I thought it best to send a letter to the

          boy’s father, Dorset that day, demanding
          the ransom and telling how it should be
          paid. The letter read:

          “We  have your  boy hidden  in a  place

          near Summit. We demand $1500 for his
          return; the money to be left at 12 in the midnight.

          If you agree to these terms, send the answer in writing by a messenger at half-past eight.
          After crossing owl creek, on the road to Poplar Cove, there are three large trees. At the bottom

          of the fence, opposite the third tree, there will be a small box. The messenger shall place the
          answer in this box and return immediately to Summit.

                                                     If you pay the money, your boy will be returned to you

                                                     safe and sound within three hours. If you fail to agree
                                                     to our demand, you will never see your boy again".

                                                     I mailed my letter and left.

                                                     At half-past eight, I was waiting for the messenger to
                                                     arrive. Exactly on time, a half-grown boy rode up the

                                                     road on a bicycle. He found the box and put a folded
                                                     piece of paper into it and left.

                                                     And it read:

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