If you don't behave,
I'll take you straight home!
Now, are you going
to be good, or not?
Are you going to be good after all?
I was only having fun,
I didn't mean to hurt Old Hank.
But what did he hit me for?
Okay, I'll behave, Snake-eye,
if you won't send me home,
and if you'll let me play
the Black Scout today.
What?
– The Black Scout game.
Listen to me carefully.
I don't know the game.
That's for you and Mr. Bill to decide.
Now, you come in and make friends with him
and say you are sorry for hurting him.
Well, let's go!
Or home you go, at once.
He's nice guy, very kind but you had hurt
him when you hit him with a rock.
I'm sorry, Old Hank.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
You didn't... I know...
Well, shake each other's hands.
– Well, you can take a walk
and be a good boy.
– I will stay and protect the cave.
Of course! You may do it,
our invaluable friend.
Well, time to take action.
And now we'll write the letter
to old Dorset.
Ebenezer Dorset, Esq.:
Please, Sam make the ransom fifteen
hundred dollars instead of two thousand.
It ain't human for anybody
to give up two thousand dollars
for that forty-pound
chunk of freckled wildcat.
Let be fifteen hundred dollars.
You can charge the difference up to me.
Please, Sam!
Okay... Have it your way.
Thank you. You're always
were a true friend.
Listen to me carefully!
"Ebenezer Dorset, Esq.
We have your boy concealed
in a place far from this city.
Absolutely, the only terms
on which you can have him
restored to you are these:
Listen and be attentive!
We demand two thousand
dollars for his return.
Fifteen hundred dollars, Sam!
Oh, sorry. You're right!
Fifteen hundred dollars...
If you agree to these terms, send your
answer in writing by a solitary messenger
to-night at half-past eight o'clock,
where you'll put later on
two thousand dollars.
– Fifteen hundred dollars, Sam!
Oh, sorry again, Bill!
Fifteen hundred dollars...
More precisely, after crossing Owl Creek,
on the road to Poplar Cove...
I never lost my nerve yet till we kidnapped
that two-legged skyrocket of a kid.
He's got me going. – Don't worry.
Everything will go well.
You won't leave me here alone
with him, will you, Sam?
I'll be back some time this afternoon. You must
keep the boy amused and quiet till I return.
Okay. I'm ready.
Aw, Snake-eye, you said
I could play the Black Scout...
...while you were gone.
Play it, of course,
Mr. Bill will play with you.
What kind of a game is it?
– Yes, what kind of a game is it?
– I'm the Black Scout and I have
to ride to the stockade
to warn the settlers
that the Indians are coming.
I'm tired of playing Indian myself.
I want to be the Black Scout.
All right.
It sounds harmless to me.
I guess Mr. Bill will help you
foil the pesky savages.
What am I to do?
You are the hoss.
Get down on all fours!
– Oh, time to go...
How can I ride to the stockade
without a hoss?
Of course...
You'd better keep him interested
till we get the scheme going.
Loosen up.
How far is it to the stockade, kid?
Ninety miles. And you have
to hump yourself to get there on time.
Gee, now!
Hurry back, Sam, as soon as you can.
I wish we hadn't made the ransom
more than a thousand.
Gee up!
Say, you quit kicking me...
...or I'll get up and warm you good.
Forward!
Our city is very peaceful.
We have no any accidents here in fact.
Yes, nice small town.
But whole city was shocked to-day.
What happened?
One of the very respectable
citizens Mr. Ebenezer Dorset...
What?
Ebenezer Dorset...
– Uh! And what about him?
– ...either lost or it was stolen...
– Wallet?
No! His only son.
Really? Is it possible?
Oh my God!
But what our President is doing?
Bill!
Bill! Bill!
Sam, I suppose you'll
think I'm a renegade...
...but I couldn't help it.
Where is the boy?
Where is he?
The boy is gone.
I have sent him home.
What? You sent him home?!
It is all off.
Believe me, Sam, nobody ever was subjugated
to such